Neon bright and all raw energy, Spring Breakers is a pulsating paradox of a movie, both a tangerine dream and a cultural reality check, a pop artifact that simultaneously exploits and explores the shallowness of pop artifacts.
Korine's latest hallucinogenic young adult frolic Spring Breakers is the first of the director's works I've responded to in any sort of moderately positive fashion.
It's campy and comic at times, but Korine also gives the film a downbeat, melancholic edge, with voiceovers, pointed repetition of dialogue and images, and hallucinatory camera work, sound and editing.
Harmony Korine's latest feature is a lurid neon poem of a spring break road trip that descends into drugs, gang war, and pink balaclavas adorned with unicorns.
Korine's story is a searing indictment of today's hedonistic, nihilistic youth, and his script is loaded with sharp, telling dialogue that exposes the rotten moral cores of its characters.