When friends ask why I haven’t seen The Room yet, my answer is that while I’m sure the collective audience experience surrounding Room screenings is a lot of fun, there’s something a little off-putting about manufactured “Let’s go see something awful together” moments. I’m not stoked about Birdemic. I don’t want to eat a Double Down. I’m not into Jersey Shore. I’m not immune to the joys of junk; I’ve eaten plenty of lousy fast food on purpose, and if I hear from a friend that a movie is spectacularly crummy, I’ll make a point to watch it. But when I get the sense that people are gathering en masse to smirk at something, it isn’t as charming.