So, six years after everyone else, I finally got around to watching cult-trash masterpiece The Room. Here is what I wrote about it in this week's Concessions:

The overwhelming feeling, when one begins watching The Room, is the following: "Gosh, Lord Jesus, I hope never to see that man's waxy, naked buttocks as he thrusts carnally into a blond woman's belly button whilst sometimes rubbing a red rose on her left boob to the overdubbed sounds of his sexual and slightly French man-groans. To avoid this terrible fate, I would pretty much do anything, Lord Jesus. Including sexual things. As long as the sexual things do not involve Tommy Wiseau's penis. Thanks! LYLAS! Amen. This is Lindy, by the way."

Read the whole thing HERE.

And you can go see The Room tonight at the Historic University Theater, 7 pm. Or you can wait until January 11, when it plays at Central Cinema. Highly recommended. Highly.