Spring Breakers

A fairly dark look at young decadence, which despite the art-film aesthetic offers about what you see on the cover – spritely pop stars in bikinis and James Franco with cornrows and a grill. Neither of which is necessarily a bad thing. The generally depraved proceedings, overexposed camera shots, and constantly repeating imagery and dialog don’t make for light entertainment, but they’re admirable enough from an artistic perspective. Until a ridiculous ending makes the whole thing seem like posturing.