"Milk was an important film for me because of my role in it as the world's first openly homosexual carton of milk, so I was trying to stay focused. Josh I'm cool with, a real laidback dude. That whippersnapper Franco on the other hand, jeez Louise, that punk was like a mongoose on ritalin.
Always acting out with his loud "LOOK AT ME!" antics and quite frankly nauseating facial hair, coming out with obnoxious and illogical statements about Darfur and browbeating the crew into attending his abstract Finnish poetry readings in the Tenderloin district.
When he started sharing his ideas for high concept video installations and kept bleating on about his 'oeuvre', I knew I had to step in and set the kid straight.
I took Franco to one side and told him that having a camcorder and no sense of shame does not an artist make. And anyone using the word 'oeuvre' who starred in Pineapple Express needs to put the brakes on that wicky wack shit immediately.
"The wise man understands that he truly knows nothing", said Socrates, a guy with a proper beard as well as the capacity for true intellectual dialogue, both of which Franco was sorely lacking.
I took Franco to one side and told him that having a camcorder and no sense of shame does not an artist make. And anyone using the word 'oeuvre' who starred in Pineapple Express needs to put the brakes on that wicky wack shit immediately.
"The wise man understands that he truly knows nothing", said Socrates, a guy with a proper beard as well as the capacity for true intellectual dialogue, both of which Franco was sorely lacking.
I told him that if you've got something that the world needs to hear, pretty soon it'll sit up and listen. Hopping around like some jumped up freak and frantically waving your arms like a drowning baby in a desperate ploy for attention won't help none.
Then I told him he might wanna consider getting acquainted with a razorblade every now and then, because he looked like a homeless Alan Rickman for Christ's sake."
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