Every American film is a cautionary tale.
David Lynch was the new path forward.
But then something happened.
Jarmusch is good.
But no one on our landscape is important as Harmony Korine.
No one could have made this film but him.
I was mistaken.
I had them wrong all along.
Ashley Benson seemed like the mom.
But she’s just 26.
[Don’t trust entertainment ages.]
I had her for Harmony’s wife the whole time.
Making Faith feel comfortable.
December 18. Close.
Vanessa Hudgens.
Bingo. Shares my birthday.
Doesn’t act 27. But this was four years ago.
Rachel Korine is a real actress.
I can’t find the artist for the shower scene.
Ingres?
It is also Casino Royale. Eva Green.
But Daniel Craig is behind the camera.
Maybe Rachel is the only one with an honest age.
But I have to give mad props to Selena Gomez for doing this film.
[Did I just say that?]
It’s true. You have to excuse my thuggee language.
Selena Gomez is brilliant in this film.
Why? Because she ostensibly survived it.
Is she a great actress?
I don’t know.
Is she even acting at all?
Hard to say.
Hanging with the Korine posse would seemingly drive anyone to tears.
But let’s define.
This milieu…these trappings. Were/are genius. Needed to happen.
It’s like Mercury Rev’s second album Boces.
Not something most people will want to revisit often. [including the band]
Unless you’re bent.
Like me.
So Selena’s an artist.
She’s done one thing in life which will never disappear.
This film.
Chocolate syrup in the squirt gun.
Try it out. Try it out.
Lots of Pussy Riot.
If you can’t handle the chicken shack, then you’re doomed.
Kinda like me years ago when Uma got stabbed in the heart.
St. Petersburg.
The one in Florida.
Far from Pussy Riot.
A lesser filmmaker (Oliver Stone) would have made Natural Born Killers.
Spring Breakers obliterates that poseur film.
[And Oli’s made a couple great ones. But that’s not one.]
Let me just add this.
James Franco is all-world in this movie.
It must be seen to be believed.
Come in with no preconceptions.
Because Hollywood makes all actors into crap.
Only a Harmony Korine can save their acting souls.
And there’s only one of him.
So we have Godard. Korine. Lynch slumbering. And the Romanians.
Gotta give some more props to Gucci Mane.
[What?]
That’s some damn good acting.
You wanna know black lives matter?
Even white kids get desperate.
From shitty small towns.
And so the uniquely American version of EXCESS.
It’s cinematic.
All the detritus from the MTV vaults.
So many disposable summers.
Finally put into perspective by a true humanist. Harmony Korine.
You gotta get real deep to see the layers of meaning from the inside out.
Remember four girls in a pool.
Finally free.
Breathing their own air.
It’s an extreme version.
Of the American dream.
-PD
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