“Bikinis and big booties y’all! That’s what life is about!” At least that’s the meaning of life according to “Alien,” the Riff Raff-inspired antagonist in the titillating new drama “Spring Breakers.” Directed by celebrated indie filmmaker Harmony Korine,”Spring Breakers,” delightfully hits all the right and wrong notes.
We were enthralled by this intense story of four thieving girls (played by Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens, Ashley Benson, and Rachel Korine) who go wilder than Lindsay Lohan at a coke buffet at spring break in South Florida. After getting arrested, they’re bailed out by a preposterous drug and gun dealer/wannabe rapper named “Alien,” played by James Franco. Alien recruits the girls and brings them into his surreal world of money, murder and mayhem and everything is fun and games until their thrill-seeking gets out of hand.
We know a lot of you are going to head to the theater to see some former child stars get nasty. Pervs. Out of the bunch Selen Gomez keeps it the most Disney, but the other three girls take it as far as they can. We’re talking nudity, stick-ups, and even a graphic threesome in the pool.
We enjoyed the depravity of the film in general, the appearances by Gucci Mane and the strangely silent ATL Twins, as well as the stunning visuals that Harmony describes as “lit by Skittles.”
But two things stood out the most: the film’s soundtrack and James Franco’s performance. Franco was quite simply astounding. Donning long cornrows and full on grills, the resemblance to Riff Raff is uncanny.
He was hilarious and sensitive at times, and menacing or just downright bizarre at others. In a fair world a performance like this would generate Oscar buzz already, but we all know that Daniel Day-Lewis desperately needs another win.
The music was absolutely perfect, consisting of a lot of Skrillex (the opening scene set to “Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites” is unforgettable), some trap (Gucci, Waka, French Montana and Rick Ross) and a great moody score by Cliff Martinez, who was also the composer at the helm of the terrific “Drive” score. However, the shining moment, and arguably the emotional climax of the film, consists of James Franco in all his white ghetto trash glory, sitting by the pool playing a white piano singing Britney Spears’ “Everytime” with the three lovely ladies (who happen to be clad in bikini tops, sweats with DTF printed across the ass, pink balaclavas and brandishing large automatic weapons). It doesn’t get much better than that.
Spring break forever . . . bitches.