James Franco? Nah. The^ sweater. It's like a bunch of fucking tigers, right? Shiiiiiiiiiit.
But my second fave thing? Yeah, Franco. And like, that's terrible. Because he was terrible. He like was immediately offending me as soon as he popped onscreen. Why does he always seem like he is doing a parody of himself? Who does he think he is - Nic Cage? YOU'RE NOT AT THAT LEVEL YET, FRANCO. Except...maybe you are??? Ugh, but I moved away from super-offended by his presence and teeth to just loving...him...super-hard? I mean, compared to the rest of the shit in this movie...he was Daniel Day-Lewis eating a bowl of mashed potatoes on the toilet. And so concludes this "review".
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