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I don't know if I'm going to see another scene this year at the movies that will be funnier or weirder than the one in which James Franco plays piano beside a swimming pool and sings Britney Spears song "Everytime" while three girls in bikinis and ski-masks dance in slow-motion with their AK-47s. It is absurdity, writ neon, pop, beautiful and ridiculous and ripe, and Spring Breakers is littered with such flashes. On that level - one of visual poetry that's as much Henry Darger as it is Honey Boo Boo - the movie worked wonderfully for me; I was swept away in its lush brash defiantly abrasive nothingness. But I do think it loses too much sight of itself in favor of burning its most bright and obscene pop effigy, though - it works so over-time at being about Girls that it sorta forgets to be about these girls. Could you tell me any of their names (save the religious one, symbolically named and sacrificed to the Panhandle Gods) at the end? I suppose there's a point to their BFF 4-eva bond mashing them up into one big multi-vagina'd bad-girl hydra, but with Franco's character being so strong and individual and bizarre it starts to feel like a weakness that Korine can't distinguish his ladies into anything near the same - we end up mostly leering at them, over at the other side of the infinity pool, inexplicable masked little things.
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