In college, I really never had any money. It wasn't all ramen noodles and bagel bites, but the truth is, I never worked during school. I made all my money waiting tables at an outdoor restaurant not-so-cleverly named Hang Ten (where I had to answer the phone by saying Aloha! like a true asshole), which happened to be located just under five thousand miles away. Meaning during Christmas and summer break my bank account went up. Way up. But during the semester? I had to be cautious. Once, one time, I said f--k it. I'm going on Spring Break like everybody else. Destination? Chicago.
That's not what you were expecting, huh? Well, neither was the film Spring Breakers from director Harmony Korine. What I thought was going to be a throwaway flick featuring hot chicks shaking their asses, turned out to be something entirely different. Oh, the chicks are still hot, and asses are definitely shook. But after that is something about as surprising as going somewhere colder for Spring Break. F--king dummy.
Anyway, Spring Breakers, on paper, is simple enough. Four college girls, by less than savory means, get some cash together in order to leave behind their shitty lives at their shitty college, and go on f--king spring break. They head to Florida, and quickly get vag-deep in some insane partying and unfortunately get locked the f--k up. Crazy? Sure, but at least at this point things are still manageable. But seeing as our fearsome foursome haven't got shit on them except for some skimpy bikinis (no complaints here), making bail is going to be a bit difficult. Luckily isn't the right word, and neither is fortunately, but somehow the girls get sprung. Good news, right? Well, not exactly. Seems their liberator is a bit of a character, with likely more than a random act of kindness as his motivation. Hmm, I wonder what he wants?
To tell you anymore would ruin it, but I'm not sure the plot really matters anyway. Spring Breakers, regardless of what you think of the film as a whole, shines in its presentation. Unfolding like a dream in neon fragments, sounds and images spiral all over themselves, creating something unique and memorable.
Notice I stayed away from enjoyable or incredible.
For me, the experience, while oddly intimate at times, was hollow. While I initially signed up for more salacious reasons, I was hooked when everything became life-or-death. Seriously, it gets pretty f--king intense. But, in the last ten minutes or so, it goes to a place that I found laughably absurd. All the tension climaxes in such a silly way that it undermines the fascinating foundation built in the previous hour. And while that selesai scene may have had me cringing, there was one thing I didn't do - blink. Sure, it came off like a bonus mission in Saint's Row, but that doesn't make it look any less awesome.
Speaking of a lackluster end to something, here are the Yays and Boos for Spring Breakers, or as its known around here The first movie we ever reserved at Redbox.
Booooooo!
Like spending Spring Break in Chicago.
The Windy City for f--k's sake.
Anyway, Spring Breakers, on paper, is simple enough. Four college girls, by less than savory means, get some cash together in order to leave behind their shitty lives at their shitty college, and go on f--king spring break. They head to Florida, and quickly get vag-deep in some insane partying and unfortunately get locked the f--k up. Crazy? Sure, but at least at this point things are still manageable. But seeing as our fearsome foursome haven't got shit on them except for some skimpy bikinis (no complaints here), making bail is going to be a bit difficult. Luckily isn't the right word, and neither is fortunately, but somehow the girls get sprung. Good news, right? Well, not exactly. Seems their liberator is a bit of a character, with likely more than a random act of kindness as his motivation. Hmm, I wonder what he wants?
To tell you anymore would ruin it, but I'm not sure the plot really matters anyway. Spring Breakers, regardless of what you think of the film as a whole, shines in its presentation. Unfolding like a dream in neon fragments, sounds and images spiral all over themselves, creating something unique and memorable.
Notice I stayed away from enjoyable or incredible.
For me, the experience, while oddly intimate at times, was hollow. While I initially signed up for more salacious reasons, I was hooked when everything became life-or-death. Seriously, it gets pretty f--king intense. But, in the last ten minutes or so, it goes to a place that I found laughably absurd. All the tension climaxes in such a silly way that it undermines the fascinating foundation built in the previous hour. And while that selesai scene may have had me cringing, there was one thing I didn't do - blink. Sure, it came off like a bonus mission in Saint's Row, but that doesn't make it look any less awesome.
Speaking of a lackluster end to something, here are the Yays and Boos for Spring Breakers, or as its known around here The first movie we ever reserved at Redbox.
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
- Let's just get it out of the way now, not only does this movie welcome titties with open arms, it also features them in slo-motion.
- Okay, can I just say that The Chicken Shack scene was motherf-king BADASS. One-take from the passenger seat? Probably my favorite shot of the whole movie. And I just mentioned slo-motion titties!
- You see the poster, you see some pics and you probably think this movie is about girls. Screw that. This movie, for me, is all about James Franco. What an insanely creepy performance. Alien, as misguided and ultimately pathetic as he is, is also the pulse of everything. Needless to say, didn't see that coming.
- While we're talking about shit we never expected, can I go ahead and cheer for the inspired weirdness that was the semi-poignant piano-led version of Britney Spears' Everytime? I tried to exchange befuddled looks with my wife, but she was actually dreaming, not just thinking she was.
- Seriously, though. The soundtrack is flawless.
- Those pink ski masks. I can already see them at Party City this Halloween. Wonder what lame title they'll give them. My vote's something lame like Gun Girl. Wait. Sexy Gun Girl.
- Diminishing numbers. One goes home because she's scared. One goes home 'cause she gets capped. And then there were two. Which oddly enough, is exactly how many we need for a threesome!
- Man, Arch, you's a sophisticated dude. There you are nailin' some big bitches and you're dropping some Mozart references? Play on, playa.
- Juxtaposing one-way phone calls home with heading into battle on a speedboat? That's some inspired shit right there.
- And finally, I loved that selesai good-bye kiss. Goodbye, Spring Break. Love you.
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| Reminds me of my wedding night. |
- Wait. You bitches save all year and all you come up with is $325? Are you f--king kidding me?
- Money has never made my tits look bigger. Well, I don't think so anyway.
- Teasing your friend when she's underwater? Shit ain't right.
- The Twins. F--k those guys. They scared the shit out of me. DP'ing motherf--kers.
- So, your friend is in tears, and wants, no demands to go home, and not one of those bitches goes with her? Not cool, Cotty. Not cool.
- What's likely going to be the most memorable scene baffled the shit out me. The two girls turn on Alien and his only move is to suck off their guns? And it works? What the shit is this?
- And finally, I really don't want to spoil it, but that mess on the dock was ridiculous. One goes out like that, but the other two? Shit the other two we're like the Terminatrix. Terminatrixes. Or something. Anyway, it was disappointing. Bummed me out.
Like spending Spring Break in Chicago.
The Windy City for f--k's sake.