Either way, Franco has pinned himself as a connoisseur of the arts, detailing himself as an author, teacher, artist and filmmaker on top of his thriving acting career.
His latest extracurricular venture is a Smiths inspired album made with long time musical partner Tim O'Keefe and former Smiths bassist Andy Rourke. As Smiths inspired albums go, he's done a pretty good job by getting someone responsible for the sound of the Smiths to collaborate with him on this one.
The project comes from Daddy, a conceptual band formed by O'Keefe and Franco as a platform to explore Franco's "Morrissey-motivated" poetry and its relationship with music. Morrissey-motivated sounds less like a homage and more like a homicide, but you have to take Franco's vernacular with a pinch of salt.
Andy Rourke isn't offically a member of Daddy, despite the fact he appears on every track on the latest LP. Perhaps this is due to the fact his legal, permanent involvement might not only grind Morrissey's gears, but probably cause him to launch a legal battle. Revelations in Morrissey's autobiography paint Rourke as a hot topic of contention in their relationship, one ending in a court case. I fear for Rourke, who has not shyed away from using The Smiths intellectual property by titling a track This Charming Man. I can't help but feel that there is probably some small print in his contract that punishes such a thing by forcing him to make Quorn products to the soundtrack of Meat is Murder for all eternity.
The album, entitled Let Me Get What I Want, is 10 tracks accompanied by 10 video clips from students at Palo Alto, the high school Franco's mother teaches a filmmaking programme at (Franco's not the only polymath in the family). With songs already featuring on Gucci adverts, this may subconsciously be the soundtrack to your winter - fitting considering it's depressing, bleak and melodic.
Thought spending your evening watching The Pianist and listening to Beat Happening was a suitable way to personify your feelings about commuting in 2 degree weather? Try harder. Listen to James Franco spout sadness inspired by Morrisey's melancholy instead.