Funded it seems by The Sun, featuring an entirely bikini-clad cast of females, Spring Breakers is by far the worst film I'd seen in a long while. Devoid of plot, you keep wishing something would happen (bad guy turns out to be nice, characters develop a back story, quietly religious girl comes back to kick some ass) but there's nothing - we learn nothing about the characters, the three blondes in particular are empty shells who hardly even speak. Film paints most depressing picture of American life as vacuous Spring Breakers (models every one of them) party and ... party.
I am assured, however, that the editing is good. Douglas Crise was assistant on Good Night and Good Luck, 21 Grams, Traffic and Go, and edited Babel and Arbitrage, but I contend that no matter how many scenes of mixed up action over a different soundtrack, it cannot save a film with no plot, characterisation, incident, humour, surprise... it can only help disguise it. You wonder in fact if he was brought in to 'save' the film, which is of course impossible.
The review 'bikini-clad brilliance' is a clue (from Zoo magazine, whatever that is) not to watch it.
Can't be bothered to report cast names, but hope never to see them again.
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