There's a fascinating story in this week's Entertainment Weekly about The Room, a movie that many are calling the Citizen Kane of bad movies.

The Room is a San Francisco-set love triangle involving a banker named Johnny, his friend Mark, and Johnny's fiancée Lisa, who is sleeping with both men. The film does seem to be beset with problems. Various subplots are inadequately resolved or simply disappear altogether, including the throwaway revelation that Lisa's mother is suffering from cancer. The film's many rooftop shots feature an unrealistic San Francisco backdrop, thanks to some less-than-impressive greenscreen work. There are lengthy, unerotic sex scenes, the last of which prompts a section of the audience to depart the auditorium temporarily in mock protest. Finally, in one sequence, a sharp bone seems about to erupt from Lisa's neck for no reason at all.

The movie has been showing as a Rocky Horror-style interactive midnight movie in Los Angeles for years now. Fans include Paul Rudd, Jonah Hill, David Cross, and Will Arnett. I'm usually pretty skeptical of these sorts of "so bad it's good" pop culture experiences, but seriously: Here's the trailer.

The Room is available on DVD from Amazon, apparently, but I want the full, drunken midnight movie experience. Who does one have to blow to get this movie in Seattle for a weekend? Or is it whom does one have to blow? In any case, somebody should totally blow somebody else. And get The Room to Seattle.