Can somebody close to Mr Franco please tell him that there are mountains he doesn’t HAVE to climb? Challenges better left unfaced? That just because he can call up Motown legend Smokey Robinson and coerce him into the recording studio with him, doesn’t mean he necessarily SHOULD? According HuffPo, Franco had been on a serious Motown kick when he met Robinson by chance on a plane to L.A. “Six months later,” Franco said, “I called Smokey from Detroit and asked him to sing on one of the songs and he said sure.” What happened next is a travesty. A legacy-destroying venture for poor Mr Robinson. James tunelessly mumbles into an echo chamber while manipulated images of models swirl about and Smokey does his Smokey thing and it’s all just horrible and sad. WHYYYYY?