The Disaster Artist

After watching The Disaster Artist I find myself kind of bemused and reflecting on my own life as being a little like the filmmaker Tommy Wiseau in the film, who is kind of weird. He is so keen to become a Hollywood actor that he moves to Hollywood with someone he barely knows and, after failing to get any breaks, writes a screenplay for himself and his friend. The story is basically all about his life, his heartbreaks and the rejections he’s suffered. The film ends up being terrible but is hilarious to the audience who get to see it (it screens once initially) because it’s so bad.

So many things about it make me reflect… I think about the storyline that I have in my head of moving to Canada and meeting someone… making my life work out a certain way…

I realise that I share the naivety and self centeredness of this main character. The way that he operates quite selfishly, focused on making this film, which is so pointless. Fuck is that me?