Books on fiction and even more so autobiographical memoirs are always edited,
self edited if you prefer. Even the most brutally frank of memoirs there is always
a part so painful we don't want to tell the world and we hope that no one else is
keeping track to tell it differently. That's what happens to James Franco on another of his quirky projects playing a writer who does his Adderall like peppermint candy.
Franco is covering the trial of wife killer Christian Slater and as the testimony rolls he sees some of his own life especially in his relationship with his estranged father Ed Harris who sees the same incidents and others he prefers to remember a bit differently. Franco and Harris have some great scenes together they are the heart of the film.
Editing our memories is the phenomenon this film chose to explore. If not the best of explanations it's a valiant attempt.
Franco is covering the trial of wife killer Christian Slater and as the testimony rolls he sees some of his own life especially in his relationship with his estranged father Ed Harris who sees the same incidents and others he prefers to remember a bit differently. Franco and Harris have some great scenes together they are the heart of the film.
Editing our memories is the phenomenon this film chose to explore. If not the best of explanations it's a valiant attempt.