Well, now, lemme tell you bout a crazy house, I’d suggest you don’t wear a nice blouse… Read more →

Well, now, lemme tell you bout a crazy house, I’d suggest you don’t wear a nice blouse… Read more →
I was sitting alone at a table for ten, twenty minutes early and two drinks deep, trying to graph out the best place to sit to ensure maximum exposure to Tommy Wiseau. This was not my usual Friday night, but I sure wish it was. I managed to secure this opportunity by pestering the Creative Director of the Brattle Film… Read more →