James Franco Writes Story About Denying Lindsay Lohan Sex At Chateau Marmont
It feels like James Franco is perennially trolling everyone. After the actor, teacher, director and selfie-king penned a poem on L.A. where he spelled "Los Feliz" as "Los Filez," he's back at it again. His latest foray in the arts is the fictional short story that he wrote for Vice on how Lindsay Lohan tried to screw him (numerous times) at the Chateau Marmont, but he denied her advances and read her a bedtime story by J.D. Salinger instead.
Although Franco's story, "Bungalow 89," is meant to be fictional, he, of course, puts himself in as the main character (a "Hollywood guy" who starred in Milk) and uses Lohan's full name throughout the story. There's no doubt he's talking about her, describing her as "a Hollywood girl, but a damaged one." He goes on to add:
For a while, after her high hellion days, she couldn’t get work because she couldn’t get insured. They thought she would run off the sets to party. Her career suffered, and she started getting arrested (stealing, DUIs, car accidents, other things). But the arrests, even as they added up, were never going to be an emotional bottom for her, because she got just as much attention for them as she used to get for her film performances. She would get money offers for her jailhouse memoirs, crazy offers. So how would she ever stop the craziness when the response to her work and the response to her life had converged into one? Two kinds of performance, in film and in life, had melted into one.
I never had sex with Lindsay Lohan. I will swear on my mother's life that I never had sex with her. We were at this hotel during a very dark period of her history … and it seemed pretty damn clear that she liked me. She'd come out to the pool area and find me … She even broke into my room one time … I open my eyes and there's Lindsay in my room at 3 a.m.
And what do you know...his short story details this exact experience. He wrote in his story:
For nine months, while they fixed my house, I was staying in the bungalows. First in 82, next to the little Buddha in the long, trickling fountain. Lindsay Lohan was there too. The Chateau was her home, and the staff were her servants. She got my room key. One night she came in at 3 AM. I woke up on the couch, trying not to look surprised. Instead of fucking her, I read her a short story about a neglected daughter.
The rest of his story (that honestly drags) reads like a stream of consciousness, weaving his Lohan story with a bunch of pop-culture references, including Lucas Haas being part of the Pussy Posse, meeting Gus Van Sant, and a bevy of other exhausting details. But you know, if you really want to read his "fictional" take of what really went down (or didn't go down) with Lohan, you can read the whole Vice story here.