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Oh, James Franco. Aren't you adorable trying to convince us that you're smart enough to cure Alzheimer's. I do, however, completely buy that you would cause the downfall of humanity as we know it. Go figure.
So Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Once you get past your disbelief that Franco is a scientist (assuming you can) and the fact that no actual chimpanzees were used in the filming of the movie (I'm pretty sure that one dog we saw was CGI, too), the plot is totally believable. To-tal-ly.
Allow me now to spoil the film for those of you who have not seen it yet:
