If it were ever possible to so eloquently and vividly capture a single man’s ego on film, with such raw, poetic and deluded audacity, then I would say with utter confidence that Tommy Wiseau, a kind lazy-eyed man-child who straddles an odd line between Euro-trash and Ozzie Osbourne, has managed to accomplish just that. More to the point he has captured his own. Leading analysts have yet to discover if he’s actually conscious of this fact however.
