26 March 2010

7 dear james franco, for reals.


as if your whole general hospital stint wasn't very nearly more awesome than anyone could handle, now that you've graduated columbia and are headed to yale to become dear doctor master james franco what do you do? you ken cosgrove it up and get yourself published. oh, james franco, overlooking whatever it is that has crawled on to your upper lip and died, are there no limits to your power?

7 comments:

Les Savy Ferd said...

a little harsh on the man's stache, madam.






I'd still hit that.

oline said...

oh would you? you know i aim for the gentlemen with the eugene-sized stache. a girl's got to have standards.

Osutein said...

Sadly, there is a limit to his powers. His writing is... um... well, it's pretty awful.

Still the best damned actor working today, though.

oline said...

having not seen the esquire piece, if it's anything like his WSJ op-ed of a few months ago, then i imagine it's pretty horrid. but i hear there's a 268-word sentence. and what's not to love about that?

Osutein said...

Well, it is entertainingly bad, that's for sure. It's like the platonic ideal of bad MFA writing: pretentious, muddled, and constantly mistaking dorm room/stoner flights of fancy with insight. I loved it.

oline said...

well now i have to read it.

Meggie said...

Pornstache.