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We all loved him in Spiderman. The sheer joy of seeing yet another comic book of the past brought to life made the viewer forget how talentless most of the actors were. This includes Franco. Riding the coattails of his surly, undeniably good looks, it seems he never learned to act. Nor did he learn to be very much. When glancing over some sketchy internet biography of his, one will find that he is, apparently, an actor, painter, and author. And now a PhD candidate at Yale University?
Apparently, the venerable university, which boasts one of the best English departments in the country, appears to be a little starry-eyed. Upon reading Franco's short story in Esquire, I feel that he is nothing more than a postmodern gimmick. On top of that, what I could find of his art (shown in 2006 in NYC) was awful. Beheaded mannequins amid piles of junk and kindergarten-esque scribblings are apparently supposed to represent teenage male sexual awakening. I can't see it. His bildungsroman is a mystery and a flop to me.
So here's to James Franco, jack of all trades, but the master of none. Keep trying.
I guess I'm one to talk.
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