The Disaster Artist, the book and film, were everywhere in late 2017 and early 2018 before fading into a distant memory when James Franco’s inherent creepiness turned out to be the sexual predatory type of creepiness and not just quirkiness eventually quashing the film’s Oscar dreams. While scrolling through Overdrive recently I came across Greg Sestero’s memoir and, vaguely familiar with the story, decided to give it a shot. “What I was sure of was that Tommy had something I’d never seen in anyone else: a […]