Film

The Disaster Artist

Name: The Disaster Artist
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 2017
Cast: Dave Franco, James Franco, Seth Rogen, Ari Graynor, Alison Brie

The Disaster Artist dramatises how The Room, one of the most gloriously terrible movies ever made, actually got made — and the strange, sincere friendship behind it. James Franco disappears into Tommy Wiseau's uncanny mannerisms, but the real trick is making you laugh at the chaos while genuinely caring whether this odd-couple friendship survives it. Funny, oddly moving, and a warm argument for making bad art anyway.

TMDb rating

7.1

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