r/theroom

The title is one of the many parts of this film that don't make any fucking sense, since there's not really just one room any of it takes place in, nor is there one particular room where some of the most pivotal scenes take place. So what should it instead be called? The Living Room, the Bedroom, the Back Alley, the Flower Shop, the Roof, the Coffee Shop, the Park, and the Golden Gate Bridge?

Like. OBVIOUSLY they’re gonna make a new one after the HUGE success, right?

Ok guys, just hear me out please.

I (30M) am a psychologist practicing in San Francisco, and I'm very busy. My friend Johnny (?M) is getting married soon to his future wife Lisa (23F). They live in an apartment building they share with a drug-addicted lustful voyeur college student named Denny (18M) (it's amazing how many kids out there don't have parents!), and Johnny's best friend Mark (25M) comes over pretty often to have sex with Lisa on the stairs.

Johnny's been going through a rough time lately ever since Lisa claimed that Johnny hit her (which he did not). But you know what they say, love is blind. I did what I could, just playing psychologist and giving him some advice on the fallability of people right before I nearly got killed by Mark in a bout of reefer madness.

Anyway, we were all hanging out one day in tuxedos at Johnny's place when Denny suggested we throw the football around. I wasn't all that into the idea, but everyone started calling me a chicken, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep, and doing a chicken dance. I reluctantly went along with it. I like those guys fine, but I didn't want to mess up my nice tuxedo.

We were throwing the football around in the alley when one of them told me to go long, but as I ran in that direction, I tripped and fell. Denny even had the gall to call me clumsy. At this point, I had no interest in continuing to scuff up my nice suit, so I called it a day. After that, I vanished from existence and was replaced by an unnamed stranger at Johnny's birthday party. Sadly, Johnny killed himself after Mark and Lisa's affair was revealed and Johnny showed them by producing audio evidence of the affair right after all three of them had already argued about it.

If I still existed, I would feel really guilty about not being there for Johnny's final night. Maybe I could have saved him by playing psychologist. But it's also hard to be at a party when you don't exist anymore. Am I the asshole? What would you have done?

They're doing a screening at my local indie theatre at the end of the month and Tommy will be there during and for a Q&A afterwards. Has anyone gone to a screening when he's there? What's the vibe? Is the same spoon throwing, water chanting wise cracking time as other live showings, or is it different since he's in the room watching? I want to go but I can't imagine what the vibe is.

I'm sure many of us have cried laughing. I'm sure many people have cried about something else, whilst the movie just happened to be on in the background.

But do you think anybody has ever cried in the way Tommy intended? Has anyone ever sat there and thought "oh my God, that's so awful, everybody betray him" whilst wiping tears?