by Melissa Uhrin
That’s the one-liner that introduces us to This Is The End on Netflix and you would not believe how often that runs through my dumb head. You see, I go through phases where I cannot get enough of a specific genre or style of film, and very recently my genre of choice has been James Franco. This is mostly due to my favourite book-turned-mini-series 11-22-63, currently being aired on Hulu and Franco at the centre of both the acting and the directing of the show. Briefly: The show is similar, but to say that it is true to the story is a LIE, as has been stated by so many reviewers of the series. Story aside, the show is good, but I think it is one of my lesser love-on-Franco roles. Due to my warm-ish feelings surrounding him in 11-22-63, I felt needed to revisit my fantastic-Franco. Well, more specifically, his ability to embody a particular character and bring to life all that is, was and might have been.
Spring Breakers and THAT was my breakthrough eye-opening Holy-Shit-Who-The-Hell-IS-This-Guy moment. Wow. I was excited, yet somewhat leery to revisit it for this piece, as I was worried that I might discover it's enchantment over me had worn off. BAH. It did nothing but solidify itself as one of my all-time favourite movies, and its spell over me grows only stronger with age. This is due first and foremost to “Alien,” the character I love to hate and hate that I love. Simply put, he's a drug-dealing gangsta, with Scarface on repeat (on repeat), who lives Spring Break Forever. He makes it uncomfortable, nearly impossible to watch his interactions with the girls, yet I continuously find myself unable to look away. His is an exceptional and mesmerizing performance that is hands-down my favourite Franco, and always leaves me singing Britney Spears for days afterwards
That was dumb. I started with my favourite, which means it's all downhill from here! Heh heh.
Now, I really love Franco the actor, but I needed one film he directed to be included in here. And as in real life, I opt for crazy every time, hence Child of God, the gothic tale of madness and perversion, was my pick. Call me crazy, psycho, or whatever, but I really, REALLY liked this movie. Based on Cormac McCarthy’s novel of the same name, Franco’s film is beautifully haunting, and full of a consuming tragic desperation. Through the incredible Scott Haze, Franco has woven his own dark humour and poetry and created an incredibly dark image of an outcast that left me haunted and in shock over my actual sorrow for the despicable man.
Just because I started with it, doesn't mean I can't come full circle and end with it as well. And I will, 'cause I'm in charge ‘round the confines of this here page.
Spring Break Forever Bitches.