I appreciate all thoughtful media criticism, particularly from Mr. Franco, the author of the little read—and surely unfairly maligned—post-narrative work of art, PALO ALTO: STORIES. (From Publisher’s Weekly: “The privileged, borderline sociopathic eighth-grade consciousness into which stories like ‘Killing Animals’ and ‘Tar Baby’ consign us is saturated in first-wave Nintendo games and an egregiously gleeful dosage of homophobia and puerile race-baiting that is exhausting, even in a collection where the average story is 10 pages long.” Mean! Just mean!) Not to mention the master thespian who dazzled us in that unforgettable cultural touchstone, Pineapple Express, to say nothing of his appearances in that underrated TV drama, General Hospital. I’m not sure I’ve seen anything that better encapsulates the pathos and misery of human existence. So onward, Mr. Franco! Onward to the next ghost tour!
Elizabeth Spiers’ response to James Franco’s diss of the NY Observer is hilariously amazing. Please please let this war of words continue. (via Politico)