Spring Breakers (2012) – Review

This was 3edgy5me – I can’t even. (Am I doing ‘youth’ right? – lulz) *sigh* What’s the use?

How does one approach Spring Breakers? There’s an infrequent, irregular, pretentious immature satirical vibe, but that’s a swing and a miss if they were seriously trying for honest satire, so I’d immediately disregard that possibility. So maybe it has pure entertainment value? No – unless you think a sloppy story and overbearing conceitedness is entertainment. Even the opening scene doesn’t grant you a clearer idea. You’re lost amidst a flurry of directionless images – nevermind their cack-handed, meaninglessness for a moment – forced to forgo the formal introductions for something akin to a session of rubbing hydrochloric salt in an already nauseating wound.

Satire, by popular definition, has a sense of moral vocation and concern for the public interest, and Spring Breakers has neither of these qualities. On the one hand, it’s too fictionalized to be relevant to any realist context, and on the other, it’s overt conscious riffing of existing celebrities results in non-commentarial interpretations, a borderline mythologization of the subject, and an infatuation with its intent, despite its actual statement. This would be fine and negligible, if it weren’t for the flabby filmmaking.

Let’s start with the opening scene’s camera, and its slow lingering obsession with the spring breakers’ nudity. If this was handled more like an examination of the subject, like the other montages try, then I’d be on board with its blatant gratuity. Perhaps I should consider this just an integration into the society then, an exaggerated form of entertainment – I wish I could, but the music’s flow entirely opposes the edit beats and camera motion. Everything feels clunky and broken and consequently breaks the introduction to the culture – and when it’s devoid of the potential gains of having a stark repellent attitude to the audience, there’s nothing much to like in the end, it’s just annoying.

In all honesty, I wasn’t once repulsed, shaken, hurt, happy, excited, disgusted, or any other descriptor – except bored, I was agonizingly vacant inside. I suppose there’s one consequence of watching Spring Breakers, it’ll neuter you. After 94 desensitizing minutes of tits and ass, I was hollowly uninterested in anything remotely related to the typical spring break activities that so easily captivate the over inflated ego of Harmony Korine. Vanessa Hudgens barely acts, Benson fits the role of a Spring Breaker quite easily (but can’t act for shit), while the other two characters might as well not even exist. However, I do appreciate the idea of having characters walk away from the story as a marker for the levels of danger they’re willing to withstand, I can think of a few films that might benefit from using this concept. Even with the neat concept, it’s still unworthy of your time.