'Spring Breakers'

New Harmony Korine flick just another in a long list of yawners about rebellious young'uns

There is a long and colorful tradition of teen crime-spree films, loaded with guns, wild music, booze and (of course) ample helpings of sex. They're designed to generate maximum controversy and to shock the living crap out of the establishment stiffs.

From Britain's Angry Young Man gems of the early '60s to later trashy drive-in double features loaded with hippie freak-outs and biker gang rampages, this genre stretches deep through film history. Mid-'50s Japan, for instance, was briefly scandalized by a trend of edgy "sun tribe" movies, about restless, decadent, beach-loving rich kids gone wrong, including the stark and brilliant Crazed Fruit. Wherever and whenever you have bored, hopeless youth, you get cinematic inspiration, from Gun Crazy through The Wild One, Bonnie and Clyde, A Clockwork Orange, etc.

Spring Breakers, director Harmony Korine's latest wildly audacious art-trash mindfuck, falls squarely in this continuum, but it also occupies its own hazy, lushly narcotic dreamland where meaning and relevance are but whispers. Vast amounts of screen time are swallowed up in a plotless collage of bouncing nubile flesh: co-eds bumping and grinding on sun-soaked Florida beaches in an endless, unconscious Harlem Shake of binge drinking, toking, fondling, sucking and generally unabashed hedonism.

Into this hot, sticky maelstrom of hormonal fury comes a quartet of gorgeous, mostly interchangeable, underachieving college girls from a small school in Kentucky or somewhere, ready to get lost in the spring-break revelry. Like the hyper-sexualized, intellectually undernourished fantasy girls from your average college comedy, these gals just want to have fun, but there are obviously ominous undertones. They are obvious because Korine chunkily layers shotgun-pump sounds between nearly every moment, like the loading screens of an Xbox 360 shooter.

The one-time arthouse wunderkind Korine (Gummo, Kids) has always had a casual relationship with narrative, but here he stretches a flimsy story into a conceptual canvas splatter. Dialogue, booming crunk tracks and imagery repeat as if on a tape loop. Without the aid of super-slow motion, the movie would probably only run 40 minutes.

The cast does the best it can in the absence of linear momentum, effectively capturing the listless fuzz of too many bong hits. Vanessa Hudgens and Selena Gomez brazenly attempt to shred their spotless Disney-queen images, boozing, using and spending as much time as possible flaunting their gamine bikini bodies. Hudgens displays more abandon when it comes to skin-baring lesbian makeout sessions and brandishing guns, though Korine's wife, Rachel, handles most of the workload for nudity and general debauchery. Gomez retains a bit of her good-girl image; as the freaked-out, Bible-thumping member of the group, she's the first to want to bail out of this nonstop party nightmare. The other three are much more willing to cross any and all lines, and they are susceptible to the cheesy seduction offered by James Franco's rapping, drug-dealing thug, "Alien," so nicknamed because "he's from another planet."

With his skunky dreads, horrible prison tats and buffoonish gold grill, he's like a refuge from another movie or an SNL sketch gone awry. Franco is deeply committed to the part, and he's also moronic and laughably absurd, drastically undercutting the movie's pretentious funhouse-mirror portrait of the rotted American dream for a recession-doomed generation. Of course, that sentence is probably a more coherent and insightful summation than Korine himself could muster. Or maybe the symbolism is hidden somewhere in all the close-ups of jiggling, beer-covered boobs.

★★ (out of 5 stars)


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