The Disaster Artist: James Franco’s film is, in a way, a celebration of a dreamer, one that is utterly unequipped to realized that dream; the defeat is a win because who doesn’t love an underdog? It’s a peculiar character, a self-imposed cypher, but still one that ticks and yearns in very recognizable ways. Nevertheless, the film ends up a bit shallow, even if it is entertaining. James Franco gives a fine comedic performance, one that (by all accounts) mimics the speech patterns of Tommy Wiseau; Dave Franco is fine in a less showy and demanding role. The film is well made, but unremarkably so; still, the focus is in the story, as it should be.