Noetic Hatter’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Everyone was just trying to find themselves. It was way more than just having a good time. We see things different now. More colors, more love, more understanding."
As badly as I wanted to watch Selena Gomez spend 95% of her screen time in a tiny bikini (and I was not disappointed on that front - she looks bloody brilliant), I held off for a long time on this one. I had heard my share of bad things, and I also wasn't crazy about Harmony Korine's Kids when I saw it years ago.
I shouldn't have waited. Spring Breakers is a feast for the eyes. No, I am not talking about sex and sex and sex and sex -- look at me, I'm in tatters! -- though that looks lovely. I am talking about Korine's use of color and light. I haven't seen such gorgeous use of pastels and fluorescents since Wong Kar-Wai. There's a scene at the end with pink hats and yellow swimwear where the neon just explodes out of the darkness; it will steal your breath away. The cinematographer deserves a big raise, for sure.
Korine employs a storytelling technique that mixes little flashbacks and flashforwards. And sometimes the same scene from a different angle. And he will bring back voiceovers that completely change their meaning in a different scene -- especially the speech from which I quote at the top of this review. It's all a little disorienting at first. But then, it would be. After all, we're watching drunken and drugged out dreamers who get in way over their heads. Or do they?
Finally: Jeff Jarrett!
If you don't know Double-J, then don't worry about it. But if you know him, then please stand up. With every head bowed and every eye closed, join me in a rousing rendition of "SLAP NUTS!" as I smash my guitar over some piker's head. Aaaaaaaamen, amen, amen.
I immediately turned it on again and watched with Korine's commentary track.