I go back and forth about whether it’s true, but regardless, I prefer to think of James Franco’s non-film pursuits as an elaborate, tongue-in-cheek joke on the art world, because in that light, it’s incredible. Here’s how he pitches “Birdshit,” a “multi-media performance piece”… uh… performed? under the guidance of Franco:
Inspired by Chekhov’s The Seagull with elements of Ginsberg’s Kaddish, BirdShit is a multimedia performance piece that combines theater, dance, video, live and pre-recorded music, and a few surprise elements.
BirdShit has been commandeered by artist and musician, Nina Ljeti, choreographer, Chloe Kernaghan, and NYU Graduate Film students Joshua Richards, Zach Kershberg and Tine Thomasen, under the guidance of James Franco.
NOW YOU TOO CAN JOIN THEIR DISAPPOINTED PARENTS AS A SPONSOR!
Two performances will take place at MoMA PS1 in New York City as a part of their Sunday Sessions programming on April 7th at the VW Dome; the perfect venue for this experimental interpretation that explores ideas of artistic pressure, love, and hysteria.
And of course this is all communicated perfectly by a 60-second video of a guy in a bathroom getting white paint dripped into his eyes, nose, and mouth. You know, now that I think about it, I think the paint might be a metaphor for bird sh*t.
“Inspired by Chekhov’s The Seagull.” Ahahahahahahahaha, oh man, I just got that. What about Hitchcock’s The Birds, or Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven? ALL WEEK AT MOMA, JAMES FRANCO, IN… I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (because he has to shit).
I wonder if James Franco collaborated on this one:
Thanks to Matt for the IndieGogo link and to Bobby Hacker for “Pizza Time.”