So if you all remember how the Oscars turned out, and honestly how could I forget at this point, you’ll remember that James Franco basically just mumbled a couple lines while maintaining the exact same stance throughout the entire show while Anne Hathaway pretty much had to carry the entire show by herself. Well, it turns out she might not be too pleased. By which I mean they hate each other. A lot.
“She had to provide all the energy — he was just phoning it in,” says a second insider. (“James seemed in his own little world,” during the Oscar telecast, says another source. “Producers were pissed.”) In fact, as UsMagazine.com reported Monday, after the awards, Franco, 32, skipped his own party at L.A.’s The Writer’s Room. “He went immediately back to NYC because he was pissed about how the show went,” adds a third source. SOURCE
Actually, you know what? I believe this. Think about it: Anne sang, danced, went through something like six or seven costume changes, delivered most of the lines … meanwhile, James sat back stage drinking bong water and Twittering. Honestly, if I were her I would have tied his dick up until it resembled a balloon animal.
