Darlings, I have held my tongue in the ongoing downward spiral of James Franco for too long. While he was once my very favorite fling, I can no longer pretend that he hasn’t devolved into a scruffy, bloated, selfie-taking MESS. Behold his latest (and since deleted) Instagram snap:
“SELFIEMADNESS The adderall diaries.” he captioned the photo. Just FYI, Jamesy is going to star in the movie adaptation of Stephen Elliot’s memoir, The Adderall Diaries. Or, he clearly could just be on a ton of drugs. Who knows at this point.
JF also seems to be imitating the Robert Mapplethorpe self-portrait pasted to his wall, which makes this extra pretentious.
To be clear, it’s not that I’m against shirtless celebs taking selfies, obviously. But I’d rather them not be pale and soft and vaguely hairy. J has definitely looked better. A female starlet would get absolutely dissected if she posted such an unflattering photo, don’t you think?
But at least James kept his man-parts covered (mostly) and just let us focus on his unappealing torso.
So here’s my penultimate question, minions: are you loving or loathing J’s endless stream of selfies? And where does this particular one rank on the spectrum of Franco creepiness?