James Franco could learn a thing or two from Bill Murray about how to screw with the public’s image of you. He rarely gives out interviews, shows up at South by Southwest to take over a bar and give out free shots, and shows up to hipsters parties only to tell everyone that “no one will ever believe you!” (Srsly.)
But our favorite story comes from GQ (we know, they really killed it this issue), where Bill gives his reasoning for being in Garfield: He couldn’t even be bothered to find out who wrote the script.
Plus, I looked at the script, and it said, “So-and-so and Joel Coen.” And I thought: Christ, well, I love those Coens! They’re funny. So I sorta read a few pages of it and thought, Yeah, I’d like to do that…
So I worked all day and kept going, “That’s the line? Well, I can’t say that.” And you sit there and go, What can I say that will make this funny? And make it make sense? And I worked. I was exhausted, soaked with sweat, and the lines got worse and worse. And I said, “Okay, you better show me the whole rest of the movie, so we can see what we’re dealing with.” So I sat down and watched the whole thing, and I kept saying, “Who the hell cut this thing? Who did this? What the fuck was Coen thinking?” And then they explained it to me: It wasn’t written by that Joel Coen.