In the end Spring Breakers is much like having sex with a praying mantis—an experience that seduces at first then spits you out headless, and thus brainless. Which is not to say that the film is dumb, but rather that it’s mind-numbing. It’s a testament to the fact that we’re easily seduced by bright lights and hypnotic base lines.

-Anisse Gross pondering Harmony Korine’s smorgasbord of neon, flesh, and James Franco’s Floridian drawl in Reelings #4: Spring Breakers.

In the end Spring Breakers is much like having sex with a praying mantis—an experience that seduces at first then spits you out headless, and thus brainless. Which is not to say that the film is dumb, but rather that it’s mind-numbing. It’s a testament to the fact that we’re easily seduced by bright lights and hypnotic base lines.


-Anisse Gross pondering Harmony Korine’s smorgasbord of neon, flesh, and James Franco’s Floridian drawl in Reelings #4: Spring Breakers.