Films byTexts by Harmony Korine
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06.01.2016

[Spring Breakers] is, however, not an extended hip-hop music video starring Gucci Mane with his entourage, sipping cough syrup. It is not an anthropological treatise of the kind we see on English news channels, hysterically reporting about young Brits wreaking havoc on islands in the Spanish Mediterranean. It is not a twenty-first century version of A Clockwork Orange, glorifying cheap and cheerful violence for its own sake. It is none of this. Spring Breakers escapes the usually inescapable pitfalls of art house-kitsch by consciously saying no to any form of expected grandiloquence. It embraces the deceitful image, as something that is to be cherished instead of loathed.