James Franco’s exuberant directing effort “The Disaster Artist” is a love letter to bad moviemaking — and how much you can embrace that kind of badness may determine how much you’ll enjoy his efforts.
That’s not to say “The Disaster Artist” is a bad movie. Far from it. It’s smart and funny and knowing, and is propelled by a strong cast led by Franco himself and his brother Dave as a hapless duo making what future generations will call the worst movie of the 21st century, “The Room.”
It’s 2002 and fledgling actor Greg Sestero (Dave Franco) is in bad shape.