Film Review: Spring Breakers 

Harmony Korine’s sunshine thriller is primed for shock value, but fizzles instead

click to enlarge In Spring Breakers, four college girls learn why Florida is called “A sunny place for shady people.”
  • In Spring Breakers, four college girls learn why Florida is called “A sunny place for shady people.”

Spring Breakers| C+

There is a long and colorful tradition of teen crime-spree films, loaded with guns, wild music, booze and always ample helpings of sex — all designed to generate maximum controversy and to shock the living crap out of the establishment stiffs.

From Britain’s “Angry Young Men” in the early ’60s to later trashy drive-in double features loaded with hippie freak-outs and biker gang rampages, this genre stretches deep through film history. Mid-’50s Japan was briefly scandalized by a trend of edgy “sun tribe” movies, about restless, decadent, beach-loving rich kids gone wrong, including the stark and brilliant Crazed Fruit.  Wherever and whenever you have bored, hopeless youth, you get cinematic inspiration, from Gun Crazy through The Wild One, Bonnie & Clyde, A Clockwork Orange, The Razor’s Edge, etc.

Spring Breakers, director Harmony Korine’s wildly audacious art-trash mindfuck falls squarely in this continuum, but it also occupies its own hazy, lushly narcotic dreamland where meaning and relevance are but whispers. Vast amounts of screen time get swallowed up in a plotless collage of bouncing nubile flesh; co-eds bump and grind on sun-soaked Florida beaches in an endless, unconscious Harlem Shake of binge-drinking, toking, fondling, sucking and general, unabashed hedonism.

Into this hot, sticky maelstrom of hormonal fury comes a quartet of gorgeous, mostly interchangeable, underachieving college girls from a small school in Kentucky or somewhere, ready to get lost in the spring break revelry. Like the hypersexualized, intellectually undernourished nubile fantasy girls from your average college comedy, these gals just want to have fun, but there are obviously ominous undertones. They are obvious because Korine chunkily layers shotgun pump sounds between nearly every moment, like the loading screens of an XBOX 360 shooter.  

One-time art house wunderkind Korine (Gummo, Kids) has always had a casual relationship with narrative, but here he stretches a flimsy story into a conceptual canvas splatter. Dialogue, booming crunk tracks and imagery repeat like on a tape loop; without the aid of super-slow motion the movie would probably run 40 minutes.

The cast does the best it can in the absence of linear momentum, effectively capturing the listless fuzz of too many bong hits. Vanessa Hudgens and Selena Gomez brazenly attempt to shred their cultivated, spotless teen queen images, boozing, using, and spending as much time as possible flaunting their gamine bikini bodies. Hudgens displays more abandon when it comes to skin-baring, lesbian makeout scenes and gun-brandishing, though Korine’s wife Rachel handles most of the workload for nudity and general debauchery.

Gomez retains a bit of her good girl image, as the freaked-out Bible-thumping member of the group, she’s the first to want to bail out of this nonstop party nightmare world. The other three are much more willing to cross any and all lines, and they are susceptible to the cheesy seduction offered by James Franco’s rapping, drug-dealing thug named “Alien,” because “he’s from another planet.” With his skunky dreads, horrible prison tats and buffoonish gold grill, he’s like a refugee from another movie, or an SNL sketch gone awry. Franco is deeply committed to the part, and he’s also moronic, and laughably absurd, drastically undercutting the movie’s pretentious funhouse mirror portrait of the rotted American dream for a recession-doomed generation. Of course that sentence is probably a more coherent and insightful  summation than Korine himself could muster, or maybe the symbolism is hidden somewhere in all the close-ups of jiggling, beer-covered boobs. mt


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