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How to enjoy one of the worst films ever

The cult phenomenon The Room plays September 18 and 24 at the Mayfair. Is it really, as Entertainment Weekly called it, “the Citizen Kane of bad movies”?

Pretty much, yeah.

But that doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable. Quite the opposite, really. Read on, and discover how to make the best of the worst.

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Stuff to yell at the screen:

“Spoon!”

Nearly all of the artwork in the film features spoons. Whenever one of the works appears on screen, you yell “Spoon!” and hurl plastic picnic spoons at the screen. Fourth row from the screen essentially makes the whole project self-replenishing, because most spoons land there. You literally throw a handful and another handful falls in your lap. It’s like being part of a plastic-cutlery salmon migration. As the film trudges on, people start throwing spoons out of boredom, even if the scene doesn’t require it.

“Sestosterone!”

You can pretty much yell it any time lost Brawny Quilted Picker-Upper spokesman Greg Sestero is on screen. It is particularly fitting when he’s about to be manly about something.

“Cancer!”

Lisa’s mother alludes to having it once and then never mentions it again. Also, when she touches Lisa on the nose, some people shout “I put my evil inside you!”

“Denny!”

Used to herald the arrival of the tragic kidult. Also, every time Denny leaves the scene, it is proper to shout “Goodbye, Denny!”

“One!” “Two!”… (counting bff allusions)

Sestero’s character alludes to being Tommy’s best friend between five and seven times in the movie. The number is uncertain because whenever he alludes to it, everyone yells out which number they think it is. Usually, people are hammered enough that by “Three!” or “Four!”, two-thirds of the theater has no idea, or thinks they have fallen ahead or behind.

“FOCUS! UNFOCUS!!”

The film is constantly going in and out of focus. (”Damn you Todd Barron!” He’s the director of photography, and that’s what you shout when his credit pops up) Whenever the film goes out of focus, people shout “Focus!” Of course, when it does come back into focus during a sex scene, it is necessary to shout “Oh God. Unfocus!”

“Shoot her!”

Yelled during Lisa’s protracted neck-twitch scene. (It’s a reference to the opening of Jurassic Park.) Also appropriate: “Quaid, get to the reactor!”

Yelling “‘Cause you’re a woman!” after pretty much anything that regards a female character.

Started off as a dig at the film’s casual misogyny (there are half a dozen places where it works and is hilarious), but quickly spiraled into a non sequitur that can be dumped after anything. It is the Room equivalent of adding “in bed” to a fortune-cookie fortune. Every time I watch it, I am forced to ask myself: “Who is the woman that broke Tommy’s heart? Who is the evil bitch responsible for this movie?”

Things to yell over B-roll (that is, shots or scenes not involving characters):

“Alcatraz!”

For Alcatraz, or anything framed with bars

“Go! Go! Go! Go!”

Used to cheer on tracking shots of the bridge. Celebrate when it makes it all the way across the bridge. Express your disappointment when it doesn’t.

“Everywhere you look, everywhere you look!”

Sung over houses that look like the ones from the opening of Full House.

“Meanwhile, back in San Francisco!”

Whenever a shot uses the iconography of the city to verify that, yes, we have not left San Francisco.

Things to do:

Saying “Hi” to Tommy when he appears to look down at the corner of the screen during the party scene. This entails running down to the screen and hanging out toward the bottom-right-hand corner and then shouting as his eyes acknowledge you.

As Denny eats the apple which might be the most heavy-handed and irrelevant action in the film, I enjoy shouting “Oh, shit! Metaphor!” (Seriously, just what the hell is eating the apple supposed to signify? That Denny has given in to temptation? What temptation? What the hell does Denny giving in to temptation have to do with anything?)

When the characters throw the football back and forth, you do the same thing with your friend(s). Since you are drunk and in a darkened movie theater, this usually goes awry. One of my friends accidentally beaned Tommy this way. Another time, someone hit the screen and the theater ownership got pissed.

At one point, two characters will show up in Tommy’s apartment. They will be fucking. No one will know who they are, thus it is appropriate to shout “Who the fuck are you?” whenever they appear onscreen.

It is also appropriate to shout this when the actor playing Peter (the psychologist) disappears (maybe he was looking at the camera too much?), only to be replaced by another actor who looks nothing like him. Yes, just “Who the fuck are you?”

Tommy’s deranged giggle, which he delivers at inappropriate moments (”He beat her up so bad, she wound up in a hospital on Guerro St.” “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”) should be mocked mercilessly.

“The Seventh-Inning Stretch” is what we call the longest of the film’s gratuitous sex scenes. This is where you piss/smoke/stage a mock walk out. Pros know it’s coming and beat the traffic.

Singing along to “You Are My Rose” and lifting one’s phone/lighter. Let’s not forget that we are all part of the same wave of undeniable good. A friend noted that they should’ve used “You Are My Rose” instead of “Hallelujah” in Watchmen.

On that note, breaking into the “Yes We Can!” chant sometimes works, especially after Tommy’s speech about “If everybody loved each other, the world would be a better place.” This chant started during the election and has continued since. I like to think that’s it one of those rare moments where irony and sincerity collide, neither quite dominating the other.

Being open about one’s revulsion during any of the sex scenes. Includes graphically describing the act and hurling the cruelest jokes about the actors’ bodies/movements that one can conceive. Breaking into the Free Willy theme is sometimes done. Notice how it looks like Tommy is fucking her belly button? Yeah, you’re doing it wrong!

You got all that?
Okay, then. Enjoy!

GUNS and DOVES

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Back in the good ole’ days (in this case being my high school years of 1989 – 1994) a screening of ‘The Killer’ at the Mayfair was far from your run of the mill watching and enjoying of a new action classic. I can’t lay claim to having come up with the idea, but I’m pretty sure I was at least there on the ground floor of it’s inception. The routine would be, any time gun-play erupted on the screen (which in a John Woo movie is well…a ton) a bunch of crazy teenagers would respond by shooting back at the screen with an arsenal of cap-guns.
It was quite the interactive movie-going experience. Way more fun than the Rocky Horror Picture Show. And of course it was before horrors of the Columbine shooting tragedy, so the image of teens with toy guns didn’t have quite the same feel as it does in our current state.

And now…a cautionary tale of teen geekness:

Three friends of mine had bought cap guns at Toys R Us, in preparation for a screening of ‘The Killer’ at the Mayfair that was happening the next day. They (being dumb teenage boys) were wandering around downtown, guns in hand. When one would not stop singing an Elton John song (there’s some controversy as to whether the song was Benny & the Jets or Crocodile Rock) gun-play ensued.
A passing by off-duty cop witnessed the epic battle and called it in. Next thing you know, my friends are all on the ground, tackled with knees in their backs and the whole bit, a number of cops yelling at them. Memory is a funny thing, so there are also conflicting reports on how many cops were there to bust ‘em, but it was something along the lines of three or four cars, two guys in uniform, two others with bullet-proof vests, a detective and the off duty officer (and to make it even more scary, many of the officers had guns drawn). When one of my friends was being patted down, he was asked if he had any needles on him. His panicked brain did not help in his reply; “I have an AIDS Awareness pin on my vest”. When the cops realized they were three very non-criminal dumb teenage boys, they were left behind, cap guns confiscated (thankfully this didn’t happen State-side…could’ve had a much more gruesome end to the tale).

The next day they still went to see the Killer, no cap guns, as another guy sat nearby with a big hand-winch operated toy T2 chain-gun and fired thousands of caps towards the screen, leaving a blue-grey plume of smoke hanging in the air.

So, please attempt to avoid stupidity and police interaction when you come out to see The Killer at the Mayfair, Saturday September 12th at midnight.

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