MY PERFECT LITTLE POSTMODERN COMEDY GENIUS IS RUINED BY SELF-AWARENESS.
BRING ME A FRESH JOKE-PERSON WHOSE LIFE CAN PROVIDE ME WITH LITERALLY HOURS OF ENTERTAINMENT UNTIL HE, TOO, ULTIMATELY/TRAGICALLY REALIZES HIS TRUE VALUEâ„¢, IS EXPLOITED FOR A FEW YEARS, AND IS ULTIMATELY DISCARDED BY THE BLAH BLAH MEDIA MACHINE BLAH BLAH CAPITALISM.
I just want to say that I met Tommy at a showing of The Room and he was…well…Tommy.
When we took a picture together he moved me and my friend around back and forth going “choreography! Choreography!”
I know Blood Street, it’s in Amsterdam, in the Red Light District:
If you look it up on Google Maps, there’s an actual prostitute in the window of number 3. Not safe for work, I guess (unless you work in Blood Street).
I don’t know who Edith Massey or Mark E. Smith are. Oh, wait a minute, I have the Internet. Let’s just see here. Hold on. Edith Massey…I don’t see it. Mark E. Smith…dead ringer. Who am I to judge, though? Shit is in the eye of the beholder.
Awww, no! This requires a whole other level of meta-awareness. I have to find it funny that he’s failing at trying to be funny in the way he used to be funny without trying to be funny? It’s like Jazzercise for my brain.
After watching Death Sentence, a terrible movie starring Kevin Bacon as a father in search of vigilante justice directed by Saw's James Wan, Gabe embarked on The Hunt For The Worst Movie of All Time. This is his sad journey.
If Austrian cottage cheese could speak while wearing a jet black fright wig, it would be Tommy Wiseau.
HE SAID “WITHOUT COMMENTARY”
When it comes to Tommy Wiseau, I cannot be silent.
Christopher Walken has actually gotten WEIRDER somehow.
Yeah, I think Tommy’s caught on to us…
He definitely knows how much we enjoy pizza parties…
He looks pretty good these days
MY PERFECT LITTLE POSTMODERN COMEDY GENIUS IS RUINED BY SELF-AWARENESS.
BRING ME A FRESH JOKE-PERSON WHOSE LIFE CAN PROVIDE ME WITH LITERALLY HOURS OF ENTERTAINMENT UNTIL HE, TOO, ULTIMATELY/TRAGICALLY REALIZES HIS TRUE VALUEâ„¢, IS EXPLOITED FOR A FEW YEARS, AND IS ULTIMATELY DISCARDED BY THE BLAH BLAH MEDIA MACHINE BLAH BLAH CAPITALISM.
Hey, your caps lock is on.
WHOOPS.
Whoops.
Cowabunga, Bro-dude.

Question, do you like Penicillin on your pizza?
buh buh buuuuuuh
“Hey, Thomas! Set the pizza party… on… there.”
to borrow his favorite word, Thomas is a shit actor in a shit movie.
There is not such a thing as “shit actor.”
Yes there is, and you are one, Thomas.
He told me I was beautiful and that he would like to take me home.
Hey there’s Alex, try not to mention the fact that his movie stinks.
This reminds me of the time I rented the place downstairs from Jack Woltz.
I just want to say that I met Tommy at a showing of The Room and he was…well…Tommy.
When we took a picture together he moved me and my friend around back and forth going “choreography! Choreography!”
“Thanks to Facetaco for the suggestion.”
-NOBODY, I guess
So Quack Quack Quack is our generations Cheep Cheep Cheep?
I wish when I bought my house I only had to sign my name once. I did sign my name 300 times in blood though.
I like Tommy’s chain wallet.
It brings depth to his character…
Is that Joey Greco?
It is.
Squeee!!!
It took me a few minutes to figure that out.
I used to work in a shit office, so Tommy Wiseau, YOU ARE WRONG.
I’m not gonna watch this until midnight since I think that’s the only time you can watch his movies
I know Blood Street, it’s in Amsterdam, in the Red Light District:
If you look it up on Google Maps, there’s an actual prostitute in the window of number 3. Not safe for work, I guess (unless you work in Blood Street).
And yes, it is pronounced “blew’d.”
Let’s be honest. TIm and Eric made this, right?
Honestly, I thought the ketchup joke was really funny. I also thought the rest was really funny, but for a different reason.
I thought “Based On A Story” was funny, that was before I realized they were trying to be funny.
More like Tommy MISS-eau, am I rig–*gunshot*
Tommy Wiseau reminds me of Edith Massey.
Tommy Wiseau reminds me of Mark E. Smith
I don’t know who Edith Massey or Mark E. Smith are. Oh, wait a minute, I have the Internet. Let’s just see here. Hold on. Edith Massey…I don’t see it. Mark E. Smith…dead ringer. Who am I to judge, though? Shit is in the eye of the beholder.
Did he just say “When I was a little girl…”? Hehehehe
Anthony Hopkins is a shittier actor than I remember
Is this our fault?
Oh wait, he didn’t write or direct this.
apparently my brother met the director last week at an air sex competition. make of that what you will.
Tommy Wiseau reminds me of that one nightmare I had a few weeks ago with the Olsen Twins in slow motion.
Am I really the first person to say
“what the fuck?”
Only in the comments.
Can i somehow call it really stupid and also acknowledge that he’s purposely trying to make bad movies at the same time?
That was terrifying. I’m not going to be able to sleep for almost more than nineteen days.
Awww, no! This requires a whole other level of meta-awareness. I have to find it funny that he’s failing at trying to be funny in the way he used to be funny without trying to be funny? It’s like Jazzercise for my brain.
But really you guys! How awesome are fancy pens!?
“Is that Blood?”
“BLOOD”
“Caaatchup”