James Franco obviously had to sleep for a couple of hours between rehearsing for the Oscars, campaigning for the Oscars, filming one of his four films set for release this year, preparing to direct two prestige literary adaptations, planning his Broadway revival of “Sweet Bird of Youth” opposite Nicole Kidman, writing the Great American Novel and solving world hunger — since amid those distractions, he didn’t have a film to premiere at this year’s Berlinale. The man’s slacking.
Still, he isn’t entirely absent from the city over the festival period: his first solo European art exhibition, “The Dangerous Book Four Boys” opened last week in a private gallery in Berlin’s hipster-saturated Oranienburger Strasse district. As a welcome distraction from a second consecutive day of mostly unfulfilling filmgoing (the festival schedule is very much in the winding-down stages, though I still have some crackers to review), I went along to check it out — and as much as I like Franco, I must admit that if, amid his legion of other activities, “visual artist” got dropped from his résumé, it wouldn’t be the most crushing of losses.
(Note: depending on your sensitivities, pictures after the cut may not be suitable for the office.)
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