I don’t know what you think about James Franco, but if it’s anything like what some of my friends and I think, it ain’t good. I don’t know what it is about the man, honestly. He’s just a guy making movies, starring in movies, producing movies, pursuing I don’t even know HOW many degrees. What’s so bad about James Franco? Aside from the fact that he co-opted one of my favorite Faulkner novels and turned it into a really strange (I’m not saying “bad,” necessarily, but strange) film, I don’t really know. He just gets on my nerves. And he needs a bath. There, I said it. We can move on now. Continue reading