Tommy Wiseau’s The Room from 2003 is rightly remembered as one of the best terrible movies of all time. But what if it turned out that Tommy Wiseau hadn’t really directed it? Would he just be a bad-bad director? A bad-good actor and nothing more? That’s the shocking allegation recently leveled by script supervisor (editor’s note: LOL) Sandy Schklair, who now wants a directorial credit. YOU’RE 
In the EW article (which is not online yet) Schklair tells the story of how Wiseau met him in 2002 and asked him to not only be the script supervisor but also to “tell the actors what to do, and yell ‘Action’ and ‘Cut’ and tell the cameraman what shots to get.” Here’s the exchange, according to Schklair:
Schklair: “Umm…you want me to direct your project?”
Wiseau: “No! I am director!”
Schklair: “Yeah, you’re the director, whatever. But you want me to direct your movie for you?”
Wiseau: “Yes, please.”
Whoa, that sounds strangely like an exchange from The Room. Maybe it was more realistic than we thought. I CUT MY EYES OUT BEFORE YOU EVER DIRECT MY FILM, YOU SON OF A BEEEETCH!!! Oh, hi, Suzie. Snapple? Don’t mind if I do.
EW spoke to one of the actors from the film, who chose to remain anonymous:
“The script supervisor ended up sort of directing the movie. Tommy was so busy being an actor that this other guy directed the whole thing.”
According to Schklair, actors would come up to him with the script and a panicked look on their face because it was “unintelligible.” “Please Sandy for the love of God rewrite this so it makes sense,” they would say.
Schklair believes it was him, not Wiseau, who embraced the awfulness of the script and infused it with the level of comedy that is so prevalent in the movie. “Yes we were making the world’s worst movie,” Schklair told EW. “But we knew it at the time. I embraced The Room.” Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Schkalir, he quit the film after a month and remained silent about his role until he finally realized how big it had gotten as a cult classic. [via /Film]
Someone needs to get Tommy Wiseau and James Nguyen together for an Ishtar-style road comedy like YESTERDAY. It would be Ishtar with Asperger’s disease! Plus, there’s the constant conflict over who’s going to grift who first, AND it’s an interracial buddy flick. With delightfully broken English! It’s like Dirty Rotten Scoundrels meets Shanghai Noon! Translated by Babelfish!
Universe, make it so.




Who? What movie? Why should I care?
Did it have tits? That’s the real question.
All I know is that, when I saw this on Adult Swim, all of the sex scenes featured giant black bars that covered like 3/4 of the screen.
And I imagine that is a blessing.
Hi doggie!!
shut the fuck up vince…
leave your stupid comments in your pockets
I’m so glad that I have no idea what the fuck this about, but THAT KITTY HAS A PUFFY TAIL!
If you all FilmDrunkards have not seen the cinematic shitserpiece known as The Room, you should really remedy that immediately.
I’m interested to see how this turns out, considering Tommy’s probably made a good bunch of money with the popularity of midnight screenings nationwide in the past year or so.
But I cannot tell you that, it is confidential. Anyway, Vince, how’s your sex life?
Swi: it doesn’t just have tits, it has LISA’s tits.
Lisa. She’s so beautiful.
People who say The Room is ironically hilarious, and people who tell you that Eminem “has sick flows”: Don’t listen to either of them.
I once acted in a movie that was produced/written/directed/starring/edited/scored by one guy. Who would have guessed, but he had three different scenes where he was in bed with two naked women. And a scene where he beats up four guys. Thankfully, the movie has never been released.
It was a fun shoot, but lord-a-mercy did it suck.
azmo-
I couldn’t tell if that actress was the original Becky, the fake Becky or just an ugly chick.
Which one is Banksy?
Even worse, they both charged Uwe Boll $170 to watch it.
Thanks a lot Spaz. Now, I’m in love with Lisa.
Man, that Lisa chick! The f*ck is wrong with her . . . hair?
YOU’RE TEARING ME APART, LISA!
*Blartisized into a Blarticism*
YOU’RE SEARING MY FARTS, PIZZA!
*Correction* Dursted into a Blarticism
LOL at your misinterpreted idea of what a script supervisor is.
Since I never defined it, I don’t know what the fuck gave you the idea that I misinterpreted what it was.
Hmm because you laughed at it? What other reason would I need?
Slapfight!
The fuck kind of name is “Sandy Schklair”? Sounds like a beach-related anal infection.
I’m sorry I find the idea of someone being in charge of continuity on a movie already so incomprehensible and bad to be humorous, but if you need that little feeling of superiority you get from knowing something I don’t, far be it from me to deny you of it. I’m sure there are plenty of other things that would fall into that category.
I’m just doing this for that awesome feeling I get where I wonder why I bother responding to comments.
And yet you rarely respond to direct questions. You, sir, are a sweet mystery wrapped in plaid.