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 →