His face-the face whose sculpted smoothness has won him countless film roles, and a Gucci endorsement, and daily floods of heartsick prose poetry on Internet comment boards-has been abducted by a mildly disturbing mustache. He’s wearing a standard grad-student uniform: washed-out jeans, charcoal sweater, gray sneakers, messy hair. We’re standing on the sixth floor of a building at NYU, in the Department of Cinema Studies, outside a small theater. James Franco will not stop bouncing around. Maxie and Lulu, General Hospital, November 23, 2009 And he is seriously good looking, but very weird.”