Spring Breakers

The form slightly prevails over the content, which got me. Great, atmospheric music enhances the recurring shots, jumps in time continuity, and other elements that are used - sound suppression and its replacement with musical accompaniment, cutting from detailed shots to distant ones, etc. Everything leads to the fact that the film has exactly the right depressive tone that was supposed to affect the viewer. Exposed breasts and alcohol orgies, which accompany us throughout the film, are ultimately more of a mockery, underlining the fact that such entertainment is not really it. Selena Gomez, or rather her character, says one beautiful sentence: "I want to go home. I didn't imagine it like this. It's not fair, it shouldn't have been like this." It shouldn't have been like this, at least according to the posters, but the result is excellent. Surprisingly good. (11/12/2013)

The final form of the film is the polar opposite of what I originally expected from it. I went into it expecting pure teenage masturbation over the backside of Selena Gomez and her friends, which someone like Stifler would have summed up simply with the words "boobs, titties, hooters, knockers", but in the end I got a truly serious criminal plot with an execution so provocative, novel and ironic that it was simply irresistible. Korine laughed in my face, filmed it in his own way and according to his own rules, and did it extremely well. It's a pity that by the end he went a bit overboard with the laughs and that he repeated some of the "jokes" so often that they lost all credibility. And it's a shame that Selena packed up halfway through the film and never showed up again :-) Quite an interesting surprise, but unfortunately it doesn't deserve more than 55% after the first viewing. (06/29/2013)

Spring Breakers is a film about love and anarchy. In quotation marks and with the colour palette of Skittles. Korine uniquely blends a trashy plot and hyper-stylised MTV/R&B/YouTube aesthetics with a “flowing” form of storytelling, such as that found in The Tree of Life, for example. The unvarying, hypnotising trance rhythm, the constant repetition of lines (in the style of Chuck Palahniuk’s novellas) and the recycling of shots (or, as the case may be, the ways in which they are composed), leads to a dramaturgical compression of all scenes to the same level. They do not have any particular aim, like the female protagonists as they live out their permanent vacation, nor does the film escalate (conversely, the scenes in which we would expect more action are shot in an absolutely disinterested manner – see, for example, the restaurant robbery filmed in one shot through two panes of glass). Not much changes with the arrival of Alien, since gangsterism turns out be just as repetitive as anything else. It does not matter WHEN something happened or will happen. By jumping back and forth in time, the film rather prevents us from constructing a coherent storyline. The main thing is that something is happening right now. We are constantly kept in a state of being overwhelmed by audio-visual stimuli. Reality and make-believe, high and low, raw shots and lyrical shots all merge into one. This is clearly an attempt to approximate the way in which the female protagonists and Alien experience their surroundings, as the film takes on Alien’s perspective for some time in the second half. Conversely, Faith and Cotta’s return to reality is filmed altogether realistically, without visual enhancements creating the impression of an endless acid trip, when the colours seem to be bolder and the movement slower. Another subjectivising element is the voice-over (calls home) consisting of sentences that starkly contrast with what we see on the screen. Is this really how today’s youth imagine paradise? In this matter, Korine’s frantic postmodern collage is just as indeterminate as his attitude toward the female protagonists in unicorn ski masks and bikinis and toting Kalashnikovs like some sort of commercialised version of Pussy Riot. However, political matters are unimportant to them (instead of listening to a lecture on civil rights, they draw pictures of penises), as are gender issues (they do nothing to stop Alien from turning them into more of his “shit”). They want to destroy only because they do not see any sense in more established values. There is no doubt that we should despise them, but what they do is filmed so seductively… 80% (04/05/2018)

Enter the void of masturbation fantasies of lovers of beach bitch parties, tits, beer and guns aesthetics. A fluorescent dream on the edge between anti-thesis and interest in the artificial mythology of MTV clips. Hypnotic, engaging, provocative, subversive (Britney Spears meets Pussy Riot) and most importantly - James Franco was born for the role of the Alien. "This is the fuckin' American dream. This is my fuckin 'dream, y'all! All this sheeyit! Look at my sheeyit!" (03/30/2013)

Maybe a little more alternative than would be appropriate. From the audience's perspective, it’s a very confusing and "unpleasant" film that says quite a lot and even makes sense, but it’s poorly executed (the dramaturgy, the dialogues) and confusingly shot and unfinished (the editing, a number of wtf scenes) that only few will grasp and extract some of that film gold that is somewhere in there. Basically, a definition of today's era and youth, but the viewer could easily overlook it and end up thinking it was just mindless rubbish. (08/22/2013)