When I was bored sometimes I would go to The Room`s Wikipedia page to read about the most surreal movie making experience I was aware of. It was very funny, and its creator, the now legendary Tommy Wiseau, struck me as nothing but a nutcase.
The Disaster Artist still portrays Wiseau as unhinged, dangerously so sometimes, but it also does something else with him. It shows he had dreams. We tend to romanticize those with dreams, thinking of them as noble and inspiring, but what about those with dangerous ones? The power of cinema lies in its ability to get us to care for dreamers, and The Disaster Artist makes us care about Tommy Wiseau’s intentions, even when they were not the best ones.
It was clear to anybody around him that he should have never been allowed in the same building as a movie camera, and one can easily imagine a different scenario. One in which this Dracula looking director is not the kooky, outsider hero, but a disturbed maniac that almost suffocated an entire production crew.
By painting dreams not as the beautiful ideals Hollywood constantly sells audiences, but as the desires harbored by people that could either turn the world a better or world place, The Disaster Artist is much more than just a comedy. One suspects is a similar work of art as that which inspired Tommy Wiseau to move to Hollywood in the first place.