Palm trees thrashed from the turbulence of helicopter blades, bowing toward the aqua waters that circled the island until the spinning slowed and the great noise subsided. From the craft’s door emerged Tommy Wiseau. Long, wavy black hair billowed from his pasty face. He slid on a pair of black wraparound shades, straightened his black sport coat, then almost stumbled over his own feet on the tarmac but caught himself and, with nonchalance, swept back his hair. At the edge of