Before I begin this review, it is important to point out that I am an aficionado of terrible movies. I do not mean movies that are so mediocre that they are boring. What I mean is that I love watching movies that are so poorly conceived and executed that they prove to be memorable and hilarious. It is not nearly as good when a movie tries to be terrible on purpose, however. The greatest sort of bad movie is one where the director honestly believes that he is crafting a cinematic masterpiece. Some notable examples of this type of film are Troll 2 (Nilbog milk, anyone?) and Manos: The Hands of Fate. However,The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside the Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made is Greg Sestero’s reflection regarding the ultimate cult classic: The Room. Greg Sestero played the enigmatically named “Mark” in The Room, but the one man who everyone will always connect to the film is Tommy Wiseau. Since Wiseau funded, directed, wrote, and starred in The Room, the bulk of the book revolves around Sestero’s friendship with Wiseau. Greg Sestero first meets Tommy Wiseau in an acting class and from that point on is caught up in the doomed production that consumes the next several years of his life….