Spring Breakers is the trippiest film I have watched since Enter The Void. Another audacious offering from the outré auteur, Harmony Korine. The hallucinatory trip goes beyond the provocative montage of tits, coke and guns. Thematically, it is a borderline pulp-parody of Biblical Paradise and the pop culture bubble, a derision of the American Dream projected through the eyes of a nihilistic generation. James fucking Franco, who are you! Such a stupendously gifted actor, playing a self-exalting rapper gangsta, who swears by Scarface and plays Britney Spears ballads to entertain his shotgun-toting psychosexual bunnies. The alluring cinematography of Benoit Debie with fluorescent splashes and neon shots make everything visually hypnotic. Finally the propulsive, adrenaline-driven soundscape. Have you heard God orgasming? That's what Cliff Martinez does with his electronic score, along with dubstepper, Skrillex.
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