I am always jumping to James Franco’s defense. Not that he needs it, of course. He can do just fine without my swashbuckling gallantry.
But that’s not even what this is about. This is about that most vague and un-literary of terms: over-exposure.
Over-exposure is so gauche, you know? Like, especially in the world of books, where everything should be kept a secret secret so’s to avoid suspicion and maintain a modicum of self-respect.
Anyway, whatever. I wouldn’t be blogging here or there if I really believed that elitist claptrap.
Here’s sopmething that I’d like to see more first-time-published short story writers attempt:
James Franco grabs overexposure by the balls, then teabags it, in Columbia College Hollywood’s Master Class: Editing James Franco… with James Franco, in which film students edit footage of James Franco under James Franco’s tutelage while James Franco films them.
This is what we need more of. More audacity. More ridiculous collaborations.
