We are more than half way through the summer and the films are an impressively abysmal string of disappointments. For now, I will only go to the movies when it is too fucking hot to do anything else.
However, a cheaper plan B is the beach with a book. The Disaster Artist is the perfect blend of summer reading (it's a quick easy read, but unfortunately currently only in hard cover). Actor and now co-author Greg Sestero was there on the front lines helping Tommy Wiseau bring his Frankenstein, The Room, to life. If you like whiny C list actors, shit talking, Hollywood name dropping and actor ennui, you will dig this.
High or not high, the book is fun fluff and may tempt you to re-watch The Room. I highly recommend you DO NOT DO THIS. Just go see the new Transformers and that lingering inch will slowly subside until you remember there was something you were going to do, but couldn't recall what it was. Oh, it probably wasn't important anyway.
And if you hate to read, well, just wait a bit, because everyone's favorite Hollywood renaissance man is making this into a film. Mr. Wiseau has the last laugh these days.
Update: For all you illiterate stoners, here's the trailer for the movie.