Admittedly I’m
having a difficult time sorting through my feelings about “Spring Breakers.” To
call it half incredible and half annoying sounds hyperbolic and doesn’t tell
you anything real about the film, but walking out of the theater, that sums up
my reaction. If it feels like indie auteur Harmony Korine (“Kids,” “Gummo,”
“Trash Humpers”) made a modern sexploitation movie about bikini girls with
machine guns in the vein of a Monte Hellman flick, then you’d be right, because
that’s precisely what this is. The film alternately screams and whispers “Spring
Break,” in both a literal and metaphorical sense, for the entire run time.
