Disasterpiece

With pro schedules never cast in granite even at season’s start, a team’s preseason string of games was a makeshift disasterpiece of mismatches.

When he did ultimately succumb to Myra Breckinridge’s abundant charms, Mike Sarne would end up making a celluloid disasterpiece that is to this day pilloried as one of the worst films ever made.

We sent two Slate writers who have never seen Tommy Wiseau’s disasterpiece to find out.