On today's episode of General Hospital, the second installment of James Franco's new stint as a dark and mysterious artist, it became obvious that every scene he's in is bizarre, and that he's fucking with all of us.



It feels like he's laughing on the inside the entire time, like, "Dude, I'm on a fucking soap opera. Heh."


Even when he's being creepy, it's hard not to love him.


I wonder if it was in his contract that he gets slapped by a woman at least once. It's the most soap opera-y thing to experience for a man.