To be fair, The Room isn't just the best monthly cult film in Los Angeles — it's the best cult film anywhere it's screened on a monthly basis. With throngs of 20-somethings dressed as their favorite characters, fans who tell Denny to “sit the fuck down” in unison, footballs tossed underhand in the aisles and the obligatory throwing of plastic spoons anytime the utensil appears on screen (which is more often than you'd expect), how could it not be? Then again, the Regent Theatre in Westwood ain't the Laemmle (the site of previous screenings), which means BYOB and firing a doob during the scene when Mark gets high on a rooftop are things of the past. In some ways, this is preferred because The Room — the 2003 indie drama that some consider one of the worst movies of all time — is a totally different movie when you're sober. Don't worry — sober or not, The Room doesn't disappoint. —Ryan Ritchie

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