Cult Classic

If “You’re tearing me apart, Lisa!” hasn’t become a staple in your stable of cultural quotes, then you aren’t a relevant member of the culture. Take that. In any case, you should see The Room at least once, just so you can say you’ve experienced the absolute silt of art’s age-old duck pond. It’s been dubbed the worst film in the history of cinema, even transcending the so-bad-it’s-good paradigm. At root, The Room is a San Francisco love story. Johnny, played by the iconically awful Tommy Wiseau (who also wrote, directed and produced the film, bless him) is deeply in love with Lisa, who’s cheating on Johnny with his best friend Mark. God, this piece of shit is utterly, utterly senseless. Just please make sure you have a designated driver when you go to see it tonight at midnight at the Cedar Lee. Tickets are $5. (Allard)