Spring Breakers (2012)
(dir. Harmony Korine)
Hollllyyyyy crap. Where do I even start? Well, with the obvious—possibly the best thing I’ve ever heard come out of James Franco’s mouth, ever:
“I got shorts in every fucking colour. I got Scarface. On repeat. Constant, ya’ll.”
Ladies and gentleman: James Franco as Alien, the man with all the shorts. I could probably just end the review right there.
I hesitated seeing this movie because I’m kind of a prudish old lady. And what I mean by that is I don’t usually enjoy movies that shows the kids and their excessive partying. Case in point: my idea of the perfect spring break would be eating bowls of cereal and playing Clue. Was it Colonel Mustard, with the wrench, in the conservatory? Spring break forever, bitches!
But the four young ladies in this film don’t like board games. Because bad bitches don’t like board games. Instead, they robbed a restaurant, ran away to some godforsaken party town in Florida for spring break, rode scooters WITHOUT helmets, drank a lot, and sang Britney Spears songs in parking lots. Basically my idea of hell, Except for singing Britney songs in parking lots—I’m always down for some Britney sing-a-longs.
Eventually the fun comes to an end because the po-po busted up their party and tossed them in the slammer. Say what?! That shit be crazy, son. Or something like that.
But never fear, because James Frano the Alien (read: gangster, straight up) comes to their rescue and takes them on an even wilder adventure. A wild adventure that includes dark tanning oil, not one but TWO kinds of Calvin Klein cologne, hot pink ski masks, a gangster with an ice cream cone tattooed on his face, and a shit ton of weaponry.
Basically, this was one of the most mind blowing movies I’ve ever seen. From the title sequence (amazing) to the closing scene (whaattttt???), I was in complete awe. If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you combine drugs, alcohol, lack of police presence, minimal clothing, gangsters, and characters that just don’t give a fuck, this—this is what happens.
The visuals were probably my favourite part (naturally). Shot by Benoît Debie (of Enter the Void), the film was lit to perfection. Like in Enter the Void, Debie worked some amazing magic with all of the scenes at night. His use of light—from neon signs to computer screens to police lights to the most majestic pink boardwalk—is fucking brilliant.
I will admit that I found some parts of the film a little slow and repetitive; a lot of the dialogue is repeated throughout the film, as if on loop. After it ended, James told me that he read an article where Korine said he meant for the film to be viewed as if it were a song, which makes total sense looking back. From the way it was edited, to how the scenes matched up with the music, to the loops, it was like a full-length, crazy twisted music video.
Even if you aren’t into outstanding cinememtography or Selena Gomez in a bikini, you absolutely must see this movie for one scene and one scene alone. I don’t really want to completely give it away, but it involves a beautiful sunset, James Franco playing piano, a Britney Spears ballad, and girls slow dancing with guns.
SPRING BREAK FOREVER BITCHES!
Written by Pickle. Originally posted here.