Johnny is a successful bank executive who lives quietly in a San Francisco townhouse with his fiancée, Lisa. One day, putting aside any scruple, she seduces Johnny's best friend, Mark. From there, nothing will be the same again.
In San Francisco, Johnny's live-in fiancee of seven years, Lisa, has been cheating on him with his friend Mark, and Johnny doesn't know. If Johnny ever found out, would Mark still be his best friend? And what other troubles lurk in his life?Written by
Tommy Wiseau insisted on the entire cast being present during the filming of every scene, in case he suddenly felt like throwing them into the background. See more »
The second sex scene is clearly spliced footage of the first one. See more »
Hi, babe. I have something for you.
What is it?
Just a little something.
[Playfully hides a package behind his back, then presents it to Lisa. She opens it and pulls out a red dress]
Johnny, it's beautiful. Thank you. Can I try it on now?
Sure, it's yours.
Wait right here.
[grabs Johnny's tie and kisses him]
I'll try it on right now.
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In the DVD and theatrical versions of the film, when Johnny throws his TV out the window in the climax, it is obvious that it is daytime when the TV smashes to the ground despite taking place at night. However, in the Blu-ray transfer, a partial "day for night" filter was added. See more »
Possibly the most entertaining CRAP film of all time, beating out "From Justin to Kelly," and every movie starring Steven Segal. Note: you must be in the presence of a large heckling audience and/or under the influence to enjoy this movie. Although Tommy "What the hell am I saying?" Wiseau may be lauding his film as reminiscent of Tennessee Williams, the closest it comes to anything I've seen by Williams is that I had to get up to pee three times during it. Crap writing, Crap acting, Crap directing...but the movie as a whole? So deliciously crap that it can only be considered CRAPTASTIC!
Nobody seems to know where Tommy is from, although the consensus seems to be somewhere in Eastern Europe. So I have decided to consider his point of origin, Ridiculouslovania.
Have we been sending out the wrong signals? Is this really what Ridiculouslovanians think about us? I never stand three feet from my friends and toss a football. Never. Unless I am making fun of "THE ROOM."
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