Remember that time James Franco called Lindsay Lohan a “stalker” and said she tried to sleep with him? Well, he wasn’t just going to stop there with his LiLo fascination.
No, he took it up a notch by publishing a story in this month’s issue of Vice entitled “Bungalow 89” that features a character named “Lindsay” who bears an uncanny resemblance to the troubled actress. First, he offers this detail:
There was a Hollywood girl staying at Chateau Marmont. She had gotten a key to my room from the manager. I heard her put the key into my front door and turn it, but I had slid the dead bolt and that thing—I don’t know what you call it; it’s like a chain but made of two bars—that kept the door from opening.
She said, “James, open the door.”
Things only get more overt from there:
My phone rang. She let it ring until I answered.
“You’re not going to let me sleep, are you?”
“Do you think this is me? Lindsay Lohan. Say it. Say it, like you have ownership. It’s not my name anymore.”
“I just want to sleep on your couch. I’m lonely.”
“We’re not going to have sex. If you want to come in, I’ll read you a story.”
“A bedtime story?”
“It’s called ‘A Perfect Day for Bananafish.’”
There’s also this interesting allusion to J.D. Salinger and his relationships with young women:
And what do we say about all this obsession with innocence? Salinger would be a companion to young women, real young women, for years, and then, one fateful night, he would sleep with them and the friendship would end. After that, after he fucked them, they were no longer the innocent ones running through the rye to be caught before they went over the cliff. They had gone over, and he had been the one to push them.
It’s certainly an interesting statement to make, given Franco’s own dalliance with a minor just a couple months ago. Again, we have to ask, what is his endgame here? Is this all part of a larger scheme? Is Franco unleashing some kind of extended troll? Honestly, at this point we have no idea.