After watching the cult classic masterpiece of awfulness The Room, I had to read the book about its creation.
Written by Greg Sestero, the actor who played Mark in the film, The Disaster Artist was a first-hand account of everything that went on behind the scenes. It also covers the friendship between Sestero and the enigmatic and mysterious architect of The Room, Tommy Wiseau.
Sestero wasn’t just an actor in the film, though. He was the movie’s “line producer” and a friend of Wiseau’s for a few years before The Room was even a reality. It is actually the only account of who Tommy Wiseau is as a person. It is very personal and really endearing. In fact, this isn’t really a book about The Room, as much as it is a tale about the two men’s lives once they came into contact with one another.
The book is brutally honest and pulls no punches. It is very critical of Wiseau, at times, but it is also respectful and there is a beautiful truth to Sestero’s ability to be this honest and candid. Ultimately, despite the harsh criticism, Sestero still portrays Wiseau respectfully and his love and appreciation for the man is more than apparent.
I figured that this would be a good and interesting read. It was much more than that.
The Disaster Artist is inspiring. Despite the flaws that Wiseau seems to have as an artist, there is something pure and true about his ability to make his dreams a reality, on his own terms. While it is clear that the process was sometimes painful, Wiseau’s unrelenting belief in himself and his dream is fucking incredible. It is hard not to appreciate the man and his madness after reading this book.
It is hard to not find inspiration in this story and I credit Sestero and Bissell for giving this personal tale literary life.