My dog and his husky friend.
Sandy [Schklair, the script supervisor, and, essentially, the director of The Room] had blocked the scene so that Tommy would emerge from the outhouse ; hit his mark on the second “I did not”; look up; nail his eyeline; say, “Oh, hi, Mark”; and walk off camera to where we, the audience, would imagine Mark to be sitting. Most school plays contain scenes that pose bigger technical acting challenges.
Tommy couldn’t remember his lines. He couldn’t hit his mark. He couldn’t say ”Mark.” He couldn’t walk. He couldn’t find his eyeline. He would emerge from the outhouse mumbling, lost, and disoriented. He looked directly into the camera. He swore. He exploded at a crew member for farting: “Please don’t do this ridiculous stuff. It’s disgusting like hell.” Sandy stood there so opened mouthed that it looked as if he were waiting for someone to lob something nutritive at him.
If you can, I implore you to watch this scene. It’s seven seconds long. Three hours. Thirty two takes. And it was only the second day of filming.
Greg Sestero and Tom Bissell, The Disaster Artist
Shirt I found at savers. Sadly too small and had no monies.
I love you if you get this.
one time I was like… Imma look cute to go see The ROOM, with my boyfriend.
I put on a skirt and wore cute boots, i spent an hour on my hair.
Standing in line I decide to go to the bathroom.
dudes were checking out my butt, or so I thought.
I had a candy wrapper stuck to my ass.
It was only on my ass for a good 45 minutes in line before I noticed.