March 22, 2013

Spring Breakers is a mythical allegory with a raging case of neon herpes.

coketalk:

Early on, I said the movie was going to be an epic poem, an Odyssey of American trash culture. I was damn close.

Structurally, it bears a striking resemblance to Dante’s Inferno. Each of the nine circles of hell are represented in almost perfect descending order — limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, anger, heresy, violence, fraud, and finally treachery.

I have more to say about the film and its layers, but I don’t want to spoil anything before the wide release.

STOP. PLEASE STOP COMPARING THIS MOVIE TO FUCKING BOSCH AND BRUEGEL AND FUCKING LITERATURE AND OTHER MASTERPIECES AND TOOLS FOR HIGHER LEVELS OF THINKING. 

You can hear the full rant on R3 shortly but I don’t give a shit about this movie but I’ve been told I must. Maybe I will see (I’ve had offers to receive a comped ticket if I’ll just sit through it) it but it’s not the fucking second coming. I can tell you that from where I sit right now. If it’s anything at all it’ll be fun and a romp and something akin to watching bitchy teenage internet porn with a side of extra hot Cheetos.

I can not stand the hype. It’s ridiculous and embarrassing. I want to fast forward to next month when everyone has digested the whole thing and shit it out already.

Hate me now.

Love me later. 

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