First, please forgive me for expressing some semi-righteous indignation, for when I got my copy of Esquire magazine today, I was quite looking forward to providing a bit of commentary about the feature interview with always pretentious James Franco. Then, I realized that this damn article had been online since yesterday, so I’m gonna cancel my Esqurie subscription that obviously doesn’t benefit me in any way. Anyway, here’s an excerpt from Esquire’s interview:

Franco, our Franco, has an art opening tomorrow. A multiroom installation called “The Dangerous Book Four Boys” in a thirteenth-floor gallery in TriBeCa. Walls will be lined with his photographs, gritty, theatrical Polaroids and silver-etched desert landscapes. Every room will have video playback. Some will have chairs, so people can sit to watch videos that Franco made in one graduate program or another — plywood rockets burning in the desert, a man with a sledgehammer at the edge of some asphalt, close-ups of men pissing. One film, a herky-jerk seminarrative in which Franco dashes through the Louvre wearing a penis on his nose, will briefly feature the always thrilling documentation of human defecation. And there will be wine.

“I showed that last movie at NYU last month, at a faculty critique,” Franco says, flinching a little. “It’s a fairly confrontational piece, and it got a little ugly. One faculty member — she’s always tough on me, but she flat-out called me an asshole. She jumped me. She was muttering it the whole time: What an asshole. What an asshole.”

He leans forward. “I didn’t blame her for being mad. She’d brought her child,” he says. “But I mean, come on. Who brings a child to a graduate-school film showing?”

One really can’t blame that female professor — whose child was present and, therefore, witnessed the nose-penis and worse — for being irritated with Franco’s so-called “art film.” Naturally Franco didn’t appear care about pissing off his professors, but someone ought to inform the bloke of the followingfact: Just because someone happens to be an academic doesn’t make everything they do worthy of academia.

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