by Kevin Young
Even though it's taken Charleston a few years to catch on to the horrid goodness of Tommy Wisseau's The Room, the Terrace has helped create more awareness of the cult film. A mildly misogynistic Skinemax delight, the movie is pitch-perfect poop. When it's not throwing out inane dialogue from its unintentionally creepy "heroes," it's pummeling the audience with some of the most awkward sex scenes backed by generic early '90s slow jams. Like an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000, The Room invites commentary from the peanut gallery. Oh, and it also makes a great drinking game. Just taking a swig of beer every time a character says "Oh, hi!" guarantees a healthy buzz.
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