physically sickened

My girlfriend insisted on us watching this. She just didn't see the warning flags (pretentious title, Zack Braff being in it, Mila Kunis), all hallmarks of a bad film. She just did not complete her due diligence before insisting that we watch it. Thankfully, as soon as she saw Franco's name in the credits, she got the same feeling I had going into this steaming present. Neither of us can stand the sight of him. Thanks to that, we got to make fun of it for a while and then turn it off before too much of our lives disappeared.

So thank you, James Franco. Your name has now become akin to a "caviat emptor" message on a film, a feat so rare in cinema that only a select few can claim to be your contemporaries (Uwe Bolle, Casper Van Dien, Tom Sizemore). Much like the Surgeon General warning on a pack of Marlboro's, your name appearing in the credits of a movie serves to alert the viewer that consumption of this product will eventually cause needless suffering and in a sense, a theft of life. So, in a sense your very name is a public service message intended to help others. Kudos.