Whose name would you carve into your arm?
I ask because James Franco carved Brad Renfro's into his... at least photographically. (Is it real? You tell us the next time you see James Franco naked.) This carving was part of the latest issue of The Thing, a mysterious quarterly periodical that comes in the shape of a "useful" object.
I'm not sure how useful a small mirror with "Brad Forever" scrawled in lipstick by Franco's own hand is, but it was fun to open and who am I to judge obsessive actorly devotions? I have yet to carve an actresses name onto my body but never say never...
<--- I'm pretending that this photo to your left is the exact moment when Franco actually wrote on my copy.
This is only the freshest example that Franco is basically the Lady Gaga of movies: always throwing his eccentric persona at you in ways you're not expecting, even though you're expecting personal eccentricities.
Between this and that very public My Own Private Idaho obsession, we're realizing that James Franco is not an actressexual at all (our kind of people) but the other kind: an actor who obsesses over other male actors.
Or maybe he just really loves The Client (1994) and we just don't know about his Susan Sarandon fetish yet?
What do you suppose his favorite Brad Renfro movie is: Bully? The Client? Apt Pupil?