We knew what we were getting with Franco: The chance of quirky brilliance or the chance of embarrassing failure. After a serious of hosts-in-the-clips filmed bits -- an opening I actually really liked -- Franco's role in the telecast became less and less and less and less. By the halfway point, he was just smirking. Did I laugh a few times at the smirking? Sure. But even in the pre-show, it became clear that Anne Hathaway was over-invested in this gig and that Franco viewed it as just another oddball life experience he hadn't tried before. And you could almost see him deciding that it wasn't worth his effort to give a damn and shutting down. And as he shut down, Hathaway had to try harder and harder and harder, so hard that she often came off as desperately eager to please. But what else could she do? The show was stumbling and she had a co-host with no desire or ability (poor writing definitely shackled Franco) to lend a hand. In fact, heck, let's blame the writing. What could Franco have gotten out of what he was given?