Adding to the avalanche of violence coming to a screen near you for the holiday season is Homefront, another eye-averting cornucopia of bloodshed and torture with Jason Statham, the balding British import who acts so tough you think he gargles with battery fluid. Considering the popularity of the TV show Homeland, it’s either an act of indifferent courage or an act of ferriferous stupidity to confuse the audience with a title like Homefront. I’ll be the judge. You be the jury.
Considering how BANANAS Kanye West’s concerts have been recently, it’d almost be believable that he was behind the celebrity mocking of his most recent music video starring his soon-to-be wife, Kim Kardashian.
But you know that Kimye has nothing on Sames Roganco.
Fashion Week Observed
The old driver with a long white beard had no idea what he was getting himself into. He had been hired to drive around the ATL Twins Friday night, eventually taking them to The Lightbox, an event space in the Garment District, for The Line Up, a bash thrown for the witty, subversive fashion Read More
Last night, the Comedy Central Roasts series finally trotted out James Franco for mauling—ironically the one guy you’d want to make cry, But this show was different. It was not like other roasts, as someone (Jeff Ross?) pointed out, mostly because there weren’t a bunch of strangers making vicious fun of a celebrity on stage together. Instead, Mr. Franco’s roast looked more like a party from This Is the End, which I have heard is a movie that begins with a party at James Franco’s house with all of his friends “dogging” each other.
That is certainly what last night was all about! And it genuinely made for a better roast, in our opinion, because it wasn’t just Lisa Lampanelli and Mr. Ross venting their life grievances on whoever is unfortunate to be on stage with them. It was more like bro-time, with the Judd Apatow bros! (In fact, there were only two women: Sarah Silverman and Natasha Leggero.) James Franco didn’t really get roasted, unless in the sense that the president gets “roasted” at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner, where all the jokes serve to reinforce the personality and ideals of the roastee. Ha, ha, you are into “hope and freedom, Mr. President!” Like that, except it was about art and being gay.
The Eight-Day Week
The multi-hyphenate James Franco does so much so well—besides acting, à la his brilliant cameo as Hugh Hefner in Lovelace—that it’s a challenge to keep up with all of his projects. His book California Childhood, which came out in June, is a scrapbook-y collection of personal memories, sketches, paintings, poems, and other flotsam and jetsam. Read More
There’s a new trend taking off in Williamsburg, but this one’s a little more commercial than its residents would probably like.
Over the space of two days in the past week, both Kanye West and James Franco have taken over walls in the hip neighborhood across the water, joining a fast growing fashion for P.R. Read More
As part of YouTube’s “Comedy Week,” Zach Galifianakis held a very special edition of his Funny or Die web series Between Two Ferns which starts out like a regular James Franco interview but then gets weird real quick. Lonely Island and Edward Norton co-star, which is great, because we haven’t seen those guys in forever. (Edward Norton, where’ve you been hiding?)
Because this is what the world needs: More people imitated James Franco’s career path. (Where all houses are half built before being abandoned, all prose is a pale imitation of Jack Kerouac’s writing style and even beverages are somehow phallic.) Though we do think that rapper Riff Raff has the right idea at beating the actor-cum-whatever at his own game after Mr. Franco dissed him by not acknowledging his stylistic contributions to the character of Alien in Spring Breakers. The former From G’s To Gents reality star has decided to go back to the small screen…this time taking a cameo in One Life to Live as a character named–wait for it–James Franko.
Okay, so technically this movie is called True Story, but the synopsis, via Craigslist’s P/T paid gigs pages, reads like it was torn from the Capote non-fiction novel:
SYNOPSIS: STORY OF A JOURNALISTS’ RELATIONSHIP WITH A MOST WANTED MURDERER AND A CASE OF STOLEN IDENTITY.
Short. Brief. Succinct. To the point. And more adjectives! (We wonder if Mr. Franco himself wrote the entry?)
Writing Gibberish with James Franco
Because he’s too busy doing all the other things to line edit, actor James Franco posted a very confusing 1,000-word book report on the Huffington Post yesterday. This article plays with form and function, taking the form of a letter that Mr. Franco is writing to a friend, “D_____,” (who, we learned in the first edition of this series, is a teacher, but also taking classes–much like Mr. Franco himself!) and functioning as evidence that Mr. Franco read all the way through Ham on Rye.
And it must be a good friend indeed to read all the way through Mr. Franco’s musings on the new UCLA class he is teaching (he took them on a press tour for Oz: Th Great and Powerful, which makes sense for a creative writing class), how he is kind of like John Gregory Dunne, how Dunne and the Maysles–which he spells Maysels–didn’t have to do any pre-research on their subjects so neither should he, the low-budget Charles Bukowski movie he’s making and the one Larry Brown story he’s actually read in Big Bad Love. (The fact that this whole paragraph was one long sentence gives you a sense of how Mr. Franco actually writes.)
While we won’t subject you to any snippets of the actual essays–go look for yourself if you want to fall down that particular rabbit hole–Jeva Lange at The New York Daily News brought up the commenting threads inspired by this particular series. Now that’s a much more interesting rabbit hole, not to mention one with a better grasp of the English language. We’re currently taking over/unders on how long it will be before Franco starts putting up sockpuppets complimenting his own writing and fighting with detractors … if he hasn’t already! Let’s make the walls shadow-colored, you guys!