Three sentence movie reviews: Spring Breakers
I’m not sure if I can correctly summarize the intense loathing I feel for this movie in a mere three sentences. Suffice to say it’s 90 minutes of the absolute worst parts of US culture and edited in a looping image way just so you get to see bits of the scenes on repeat. If I had a daughter,* the roles depicted in this movie would be my greatest fear for her namely the longing to be an object and not a person.
Cost: $2.00 from Videorama
Where watched: at home.
*Or for that matter a son. There were no good role models in this movie, and I realize that that is the point, but that didn’t make it a good movie. Just gratuitous.