The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made
I wish I could say I’ve been eagerly waiting the release of Greg Sestero’s THE DISASTER ARTIST since he mentioned it on a 2011 episode of the HOW DID THIS GET MADE? podcast, but really, I’ve been eagerly waiting it longer than that — in fact, mere minutes after I saw 2003’s THE ROOM, this millennium’s arguably strongest candidate for Best Worst Movie.
Someone, I reasoned, just had to write a book to answer all my questions surrounding such a misbegotten production, not the least of which was simply, “What the hell?”

Posted September 30, 2013
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No, not that kind of woman problems. The kind where they make a man do stupid things. That is the basis for this column. We have a trio of authors I’ve covered before, with one writing under another name. But now with ebooks, the truth is known. So sit back and take a gander at all the headaches these gentlemen get themselves into. But the third book is bit more women-centric — nudge, nudge, know what I mean, say no more.
Trying to recreate the feel of old pulp adventures, especially introducing a series character, can go one of two ways:






