Florida in March is the vacation destination your mother warned you about. Which is one of the reasons Disney Channel sweethearts Selena Gomez and Vanessa Hudgens were drawn to the candy-colored sleaze that is Harmony Korine's "Spring Breakers." It's their chance, with ABC Family's Ashley Benson ("Pretty Little Liars"), to break free of the parental-guidance considerations that have ruled their careers.
Lewd, lush and mind-emptying, "Spring Breakers" mixes the commercial lure of its bikini-clad good girls turned bad with Korine's brand of subculture excavation ("Gummo," "Trash Humpers"). The movie is an arty lark of ambiguous entertainment value, pulsing with melancholy. It's rarely less than interesting visually or tonally, thanks in large part to Korine's prurient sense of humor and the rich location textures and Crayola sweep provided by gifted cinematographer Benoit Debie ("Enter the Void").
The threadbare story — rumbling like a bass line between the ambient images of bongs, breasts and beat-driven boredom — involves money-strapped college girls (including Korine's wife, Rachel) who rob a diner with ski masks, water pistols and mallets to fund their spring break road trip.
After landing in jail, the quartet are bailed out by Alien, a cornrowed multi-hyphenate (rapper/pusher/arms dealer) played with amusing Cheshire Cat skeeviness by the ubiquitous James Franco. He croons a Britney Spears song at his poolside baby grand while the group — minus Gomez's God-fearing character, who wisely bails — plan further criminal adventures in the milky glow of youthful hedonism. This time with pink ski masks and real firepower.