
Back in November, actor/dick-noser James Franco purchased a 1920s mini-compound home in Silver Lake for approximately $775,000, presumably because it was built by filmmaker DW Griffith and that just seems like the kind of reason Franco would shell out a ton of money for a three-bedroom home. Living with Franco, though, is his friend and production partner Vince Jolivette, which would make it kind of obvious that Franco intended to make his home an office as well.
As it turns out, he has just done just that, except instead of an office he has turned it into more of a production studio and instead of a home, he doesn’t actually live there and just has people coming and going as they please, much to the dismay of other residents. At least that’s what his neighbors are telling everyone, because they simply can’t stand Franco anymore.
In a recent email to Curbed Los Angeles, Franco’s neighbors dished out the hate:
At first, my partner and I were pleased to have Mr. Franco living next door. His work in ‘Milk’ and his academic pursuits made us happy he was on our street. That is no longer the case.
If, in fact, Mr. Franco has purchased the house next door, it does not appear to be inhabited by the actor; it does appear to be inhabited by several people who are working for him. In addition, over the course of the last weeks the individuals living on the property appear to be running a MAJOR production company out of the house and have also used it for shoots. To be fair, they did provide us with notice for one shoot. Unfortunately, the occasional film shoot comes with living in Los Angeles.
But this appears to be way more than just a film shoot: The property has become a production house. In fact, Iris, who works for the actor informed me that they are running production from the house. Iris is the same individual who, when we complained to her a few weeks ago about constantly blocking our driveway said, “Have you guys met James?” Yeah, that’s not going to make it better.
Large white production trucks and various other vehicles block our driveway and use it as a loading zone and block our street with such regularity that we have begun calling parking enforcement to have them ticketed; racks of costumes come and go; crowds of people constantly stream in and out of the house and have business meetings in front of OUR house and treat us as if we are eavesdropping sycophants when we walk out our gate to our car; and as I write this, they’ve set up hair and make-up in their driveway. When I asked Iris about this, Iris basically informed me they could do whatever they want on their property. Really? Running a production of such impact and magnitude in a residential area doesn’t violate any zoning restrictions? Are there no limits to the kinds of businesses one can run?
We like James Franco and we like some of his movies, but we’re not so enamored of his presence that we are willing to give up our sanity in our own home.
I totally understand their complaint. I’ve had terrible neighbors before, too. But as much as I want to feel concern for their dilemma, I have to ask that we all focus on the real issue at hand – Dave Franco is still dating Alison Brie. Sorry, I just can’t even feign concern for another person’s problem when my heart continues to ache like this.



*cat scratch*
Did anyone else read those quotes with a lisp?
Also, it could be worse man. Mike Vick could’ve bought the house.
Am I the only person who thinks they’re shooting porn in there?
You are not.
Though I was confused by the “hair and makeup” in the driveway thing. I always thought pornstars just kept themselves slutted up 24/7.
Nope
@Erswi Might I refer you to Josh K’s riveting thinkpiece on pornstars without make-up. Only @Uproxx.com!!!
Perhaps it’s not even James Franco who bought the house, but his porn doppleganger James Deen?
I just assumed that anyone who spends too much time near James Franco starts to dislike him.
I certainly dislike him from having read about him a lot
I’ve never met him and I severely dislike him. He’s not that good of an actor.
Disclaimer: I’ve never seen 127 Hours so that may affect my opinion of him if and when I see it.
Who does Franco think he is, Mussolini??
ALISON, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Gotta say, having film shoots nearby sounds like fun. And it is, when you actually see a star. But the reality is more like this: You’re unable to drive by a conventional route to (in this case) the office because streets have been blocked off. You can’t see the star because when shooting is taking place they’re shielded and when they’re not shooting, they’re in their trailers.
Shooting across the street from my office once involved Leonardo DiCaprio. Problem is, to get from his trailer to craft services, he got in a limo… and rode about 75 to 100 feet. “Look, there’s Leo’s limo!” excitedly said no one. It was more like, “Fine. Be that way.”
You really don’t get much out of the experience except to say it happened nearby.
The flipside of this: The one-in-a-zillion meeting. I have a photo somewhere in my other computer of a friend and a group of bystanders getting their photo with Spielberg and Hanks. Hanks is holding a leatherbound copy of the script for “Catch me if you can” with all sorts of papers and notes sticking out of it. They were nice enough to pose.
But in about a dozen productions that I’ve seen over there, that’s the only time I’ve seen anyone get a photo with the stars.
Dude made my girlfriends roommate take pictures of his dick for 3 hours.
.. Go on ..
“something something something Dave Franco is DATING ALISON BRIE!”
Thats how the article looked to me.
/cinches up black arm band in mourning
With Chimpo on that! Though tagging Alison Brie just to get your clicks off was just plain cruel. You gotta provide a pic or gif of her at least. Alison Brie name drop 101 son!
Do you think people would’ve have ignored their complaints if they had said his work in “His Highness”.
Whew. I thought the headline said his neighbors ate him.
For the second there I saw the headline as “James Franco’s Neighbors Ate Him” and it still seemed like a perfectly reasonable possibility.
When a big star buys the house next door to you for less than a few million, you should know something is up.