James Franco, Author

Some actors I dislike so much that I go into any of their films fully expecting to hate it. James Franco is one of those actors. He just seems so full of himself. This worked fine for me for a while. Then, of course, came 127 Hours. I tried to tell myself it's the film that is brilliant, but Franco is the film. When he did his Oscar hosting gig, my dislike boiled up again. Because, really, he sucked.

Now he has a book out. Once again, I went into it fully expection to hate it. I wanted to hate it. But he writes about Steinbeck's Cannery Row and River Phoenix and then this:

Funny how new facts pop up and make you doubt that there's any goodness in life. Everyone pretends to be normal and be your friend, but underneath, everyone is living some other life you don't know about, and if only we had a camera on us at all times, we could go and watch each other's tapes and find out what each of us was really like.

Alright. I admit defeat.

Damn you, Franco!