A letter of protest in response to Tommy Wiseau’s legal actions against the Nostalgia Critic

To whom it may concern:

I first heard of The Room several years ago, when a friend mentioned it. After looking up your site, I determined that purchasing The Room would be a waste of my money. However, a few days ago, after viewing Doug Walker’s review of The Room, I had decided to buy a copy. When I heard that the review had been taken down due to claims of “copyright infringement,” I changed my mind.

Mr. Walker’s review of The Room is in fact doing you a service. As stated in his video rebuttal to the legal action, Mr. Walker is introducing your film to people who have not heard of it, or those (like me) who have heard of it, but had previously dismissed it. In addition, his review is protected by the fair use guidelines of U.S. copyright law, as well as the sections regarding parody. Furthermore, there is a good chance that any alleged damage to Mr. Wiseau’s reputation is not punishable under the public figure doctrine regarding defamation. My perception of Mr. Wiseau was certainly not made worse by Mr. Walker’s review. It has, however, been tarnished by the actions that have been taken against Mr. Walker. I urge you to reconsider and to save the reputations of Mr. Wiseau and his associates by permitting Mr. Walker’s review to be republished to his website, and to enjoy the increased publicity and profit that will most likely result.

Sincerely, Jack Fisher

Independent filmmaker

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Addendum — four minutes after sending my message, I received the following response:

If you can let your writer to contact us.

The fact is that the original material of “The Room” has been altered.

Thank you for your E-Mail.

I don’t believe I need to say anything more.

Human Tales

“Human tails? Humans don’t have tails. They have big, big bottoms that they wear with bad shorts. They walk around going, ‘Hi, Helen!'”

–Batty Koda, FernGully:  The Last Rainforest (1992)

On the evening of 15 April 2010,  I had the pleasure (?) of seeing FernGully for the first time since I was ten. This was also the first time I’d ever seen it in a theater, let alone a theater full of college-aged former fans of this film. I am convinced that this only improved the viewing experience.

I admit at first I was worried that I’d wasted the dollar I’d paid for my admission. The projectionist had initially forgotten to remove the anamorphic lens from the projector, causing the image to be stretched horizontally on the screen. I was on my way to the box office to complain when this error was rectified, much to my relief.

The film is as bad as I remember it to be:  it is a badly-written, barely-decently-animated, preachy, environmentalist diatribe against logging and pollution, based entirely upon emotional appeals. I could go on about why it’s so bad, but that’s what the Nostalgia Critic is for. What really makes this movie so bad is the amount of talented people who contributed to it:  Robin Williams and Tim Curry both provided their voices for this film, and they each performed one song. Curry managed to somehow bridge the gap between his role as Dr. Frank N. Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) and  James Wood’s Hades in Hercules (1997). Elton John and Raffi each performed a song as well, adding to the wasted talent. Various other voices are provided by Grace Zabriskie, Cheech Marin, Tommy Chong, and Christian Slater.

As I previously indicated, what really made the movie worth the price of admission was the audience I saw it with. Bad movies are made bearable by watching them in groups, and you can’t get much better than a crowd of students shouting “That’s what she said!” and “Big-lipped alligator moment!” every so often. One particular couple of girls in the row behind me was very vocal, exclaiming the name of every animal that appeared on the screen — except for that random lizard no one can identify. (Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a goanna.)

It was pretty fun to see FernGully again, mostly due to the nostalgia it induces, and also because I can now see it the tripe it is. I probably do not want to see this movie ever again — but then again, that’s what I thought before I heard it was playing at the university theater.