The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside the Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made by Greg Sestero & Tom Bissell

Author:Greg Sestero & Tom Bissell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Popular Culture, Entertainment & Performing Arts, Biography, Non-fiction, Performing Arts, Social Science, Biography & Autobiography, Film, History & Criticism, Humour
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2013-10-01T04:41:23+00:00

Tommy channeling the Bard in his demo-reel Street Fashions commercial.

The commercial was hilarious in all sorts of ways, beginning with his citation of “To be or not to be,” which Tommy regarded as one of Shakespeare’s insta-profundities, not realizing that the line is about whether or not to commit suicide. Kill yourself or not at Street Fashions!

When it ended I wondered if Tommy’s commercial had sent the SAG people deep into their application’s fine-print jungle, searching for something, anything, to prevent this Shakespearean denim peddler from joining their ranks. Then Tommy rewound the tape and played it again.

When the commercial ended for the second time, I cast about for the right words. But I didn’t have to worry: Tommy rewound the thing and played it again. When it was over, he looked at me, smiling, wanting to know what I thought.

While I knew what I thought, I still had no idea what to say. I had to give him credit for one thing, though: He did exactly as I’d suggested. He’d earned his SAG membership. “That was really . . . well done,” I said. “Great job.”

Then we watched it again!

“So,” Tommy said, after the fourth play-through. “Do you like candles?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Very creative.”

“But is it great? How is my voice? What age do you think? Be specific. How it compare to yours?” He said all this so innocently. Did Tommy even know what he was doing?

“It’s great,” I said, my voice soft and cold. I had to get out of that apartment. I was worried we’d have to watch his commercial twelve more times. I suggested we get away from the VCR and go somewhere, anywhere else. Tommy, after changing clothes, suggested we celebrate his SAG triumph by heading up to the Observatory at Griffith Park. He’d always wanted to see the place where the knife fight from Rebel Without a Cause was filmed.

I got lost on the way to the Observatory. “Babyface,” Tommy said, shaking his head, “never change.” Part of the reason I got lost was that I was constantly checking my cell phone to see if my agent had called with any good news, which Tommy noticed. “Greg,” he said. “These people don’t care about you. All these advisors you have. They will not do shit for you. You give them too much credit.” Then Tommy said: “So who is your agent anyhow? Do they need new people?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I doubt they’d do shit for you, either.”

Tommy laughed, and I laughed, and at that moment it actually felt fun hanging out with him again.

Once we reached the Observatory, Tommy went to work in staging a Tommy-and-Greg reenactment of Rebel’s knife fight in the exact place where it had been shot in 1955. He even found a guy to take our picture. After one snap the guy tried to give Tommy his camera back, but Tommy wanted more pictures. “I need more. Now, tell me: Does it look like real fight?” He started giving the poor man all this complicated direction.

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