Four chilhood friends land in jail after robbing a restaurant to fund their spring break vacation. They are bailed out by a rapper who promises to provide all the thrill and excitement they could hope for. But how far are they willing to go to experience a spring break they will never forget?
Another raucous, rowdy work from Harmony Korine, this entrancing voyeuristic look at girls gone wild is as overwhelming as it is overstimulating. In your face, ingeniously iconoclastic and WTF from start to finish, Spring Breakers stars an unrecognisable and excellent James Franco.
It's a vulgar and violent masterpiece. The director drills into a contested, deeply American topic here — the pursuit of happiness taken to nihilistic extremes — but turns his exploration into such a gonzo that it takes a while to appreciate what he's actually doing. He's created a cinematic pop song about all that defines the modern era. “
Harmony Korine brilliantly deconstructs a diseased, hedonistic culture in this shocking, disturbing nightmare in neon. 4 college girlfriends head to the beach for spring break, and fall under the spell of a charismatic drug dealer who leads them on Inferno-like descent into hell. Plays with audience expectations for depravity by wallowing in the ugliest aspects of spring break culture. A work of demented genius.
Never in the history of cinema has there been a sellout on the scale of this film. From 'Trash Humpers' to T & A. Almost inconceivable. I had to see it. Big, flashy bright colors. And then there's the king of trash, Mr. Franco. Wow.
This is so much part of our culture. Maybe we need a 4th wave of feminism. What happened to us? Drinking boose from a beer bong resembles force feeding. The first part of the movie is so well shot. The beach parties show how it all is much more like wanting to be in a videoclip, wanting to be part of, than some sort of bacchanal release. The false sense of empowerment is clear in the development of the plot. *
Cynically, Korine makes us think his film is a self-indulgent fluorescent satire on hedonistic American youth. That's surface. For a while, hating their idiocy and lifestyles made me feel comfortable, but then, in a glimpse, I realised something liberator, something sweet but also very dark beneath the whole post-Disney Star in bikinis thing. There, I loved it. And damn: that double-gun blowjob! One-plus-star for it.
THIS IS THE FUCKIN' AMERICAN DREAM. THIS IS MY FUCKIN' DREAM, Y'ALL. ALL THIS SHIIIT, LOOK AT MY SHIIIIIT. I GOT SHORTS, EVERY FUCKIN' COLOR. I GOT DESIGNER T-SHIRTS. I GOT GOLD BULLETS, MOTHERFUCKIN' VAM-PIRES. I GOT SCARFACE, ON REPEAT. SCARFACE ON REPEAT. CONSTANT, Y'ALL!!!