So I’m back in the New York Groove after spending the previous week down south in Landenburg, PA, a guest of the Andrew M. L. Parrish family while serving as a member of the cast and crew on the set of Infinity Fence. I was in on the “cast” side of things this time. Playing some dude named Mitch. Good times. Not why we’re here though. Not directly, though it certainly plays a part.
I can tell you this. This week-long Jamboree had left me tired. Running on no sleep, no real sleep. Bad week for resting.
Finally slept on Thursday and for most of the day Friday. Woke up lost and alone. Wanted nothing more than to go home. Back down to PA. Yardley this time, no more L- Burg. Not to be not yet.
No. I had plans!
But in the meantime I had nothing. And after a week of being surrounded by people, friends and “co-workers” I was suddenly in withdrawal and the hours of solitude on Bergen (my Brooklyn residence) were just bout ready to burst the bubble that is my closely guarded, but shrilly fortified sanity.
Go home, Clome, Go home.
No, not yet. I had plans.
But what to do untill the plans.
Vikings baby, Vikings. I would go see Severed Ways the new viking flick playing in-explicably at the Angelika. Of course I wouldn’t, though in the long run. I had to take the detour through Washington Square Park to check in on Nic Cage and make sure everything was going alright with The Sorceror’s Apprentice. Of course he was fine and nowhere to be seen, but Sam Song was around and needed some help with his reel. Sam the man Song would be seeing the Room with me later and would keep me from seeing Severed Ways presently.
The Room? What’s that? Oh yeah that’s where the plans come in.
March 20, 2009. Midnight screening of Tommy Wiseau’s The Room at Village East Cinemas. Tickets already purchased, by good friend BLAYK CITY. Bit of a trade-off I got him into Watchmen via my purchase of his ticket. He did likewise for me for The Room.
The Room? First found out about this recent cult phenom from my brother Jeff (Currently on sabbatical downunder). Where did he find out about it? I’d rather not say.
The Room is one of those spectacular spectacles of badness currently catching a ride on the wave of irony. Current zeitgeist of bad movie love. Type thing, whatever. It’s been playing at midnight once a month for six(?) years out in L.A. (out in?) My brother bought it on DVD at the start of the year and I caught it luckily before he left for Australia, taking it(DVD) with him.
Anyway the thing is godawful, but amazingly so, with performances that cannot be contained by the simple title of bad acting. (six months of rehearsal to hone these performances.) With the amazing and heart-breaking chemistry of Tommy Wiseau at the heart of it all.
So I get there later than I usually would for such an event. And after suffering an ice cream disaster at the corner of Virgin and Mr. Softie I could barely handle the disastrous long line awaiting me. But luckily Blayk City was there already. A lady-friend from back home was there with him.
Oh dear god, Tommy Wiseau was here at the theater. Now what the hell. I should have been expecting this. This has got to be the first screening of The Room on the East Coast. Of course Tommy’s here.
Well now I just felt bad about the whole thing. I mean this movie is bad.
I fell asleep. Writing this with some Roman Epic on in the background. I couldn’t keep doing this by myself.