Admit it, you kind of forgot about James Franco. But just when you think he’s finally crawled back into the Studio City hole from which he came, he pops up again. America, you’ve been Franco-ed, because the 33-year-old actor/”performance artist”/director/perpetual graduate student has a new accolade to add to his list: published poet. The book is titled Directing Herbert White, after a movie that Franco — natch — directed. It’ll be out in 2014, and odds are 100 percent of James Franco’s poems are about James Franco. [Publisher's Weekly]
“Paul Thomas Anderson was getting ready to make ‘The Master’ and he called me and we met … When he started talking about the role he said ‘Do you feel like you can do this?’ And I said ‘Yeah, totally. Look, I think you’re like the best American director. I feel confident. I know I can do this.’ And he said to me ‘But I want this to scare you. I want this role, going on this journey to scare you.’ And I was like ‘Scare?! I know I can do it.’ And so, incredible movie, needless to say I didn’t get the part. I guess I wasn’t scared enough or something, or whatever reason I didn’t get it.”
– James Fucking Franco, talking about how he was just, you know, too confident for “The Master.” Just keep telling yourself that, James. You’re a terrible jackal. [NYMag.com]
James Franco stars as in this prequel to “The Wizard Of Oz,” playing a magician who gets transported to a strange world via tornado (you know how it goes). There, he meets three witches — Michelle Williams (as Glinda), Rachel Weisz (I presume the evil one) and Mila Kunis (the witch who henceforth shall be known as “The One Who Looks Like Carmen Sandiego) — and decides he’s the only one who can save this magical land from total destruction. James Franco playing a guy with a God complex? You don’t say! Check out the trailer above.
Remember a few years ago, when everybody was doing that horrible “Icing” thing, which was when you presented your “friend” with a Smirnoff Ice and they had to drink it — on one knee! — in public? Yeah, that. Well, Amelia just did the James Franco version of that, Franco-ing. Franco-ing is when you spring a James Franco image, video or story on an unsuspecting friend, specifically a friend who does not like James Franco. Amelia just sent me the URL for the video above, in which James Franco lip syncs Rihanna, and now I’ve been Franco-ed. Which means I need a shot of Jameson. [Huffington Post]
I’d like to officially say that I’m not responsible for any apoplectic fits you might fall into after watching this video of James Franco — clad in Kenny Powers-esque braids — lip-syncing to Selena Gomez’s “I Love You Like A Love Song.” It seems Mr. Franco, of whom I have a documented intense hatre, is making a new film with Gomez and crappy ’90s agent provocateur Harmony Korine called “Spring Breakers.” So yeah, I’m sure this is going to turn out great. [Huffington Post]
Surely you had noticed it had become eerily quiet of late — the sound of your own thoughts had peacefully taken up residence in your head again. Your breath had calmly slowed, your pulse returned to a pleasantly dull rate. You weren’t sure what it was — what caused the strange, but welcome sense of calm and well-being that now permeated your very soul, but you were pleased at the feeling and were happy that the many mood enhancers and doses of Vallerian Root and melatonin were again at a minimum.
And then some very disconcerting news flashed before your eyes.
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