Harmony Korine’s Spring Breakers comes out this weekend and although most of the stories surrounding the movie focus on its Disney starlets (Selena Gomez and Vanessa Hudgens) gone bad, what this movie really got me thinking about is how this is the first year in forever that I haven’t had a spring break.
I didn’t have an older sibling, so everything I knew about college came from movies and TV. Given that, when I was in high school, I imagined spring break would be a 24-hour party where everyone was beautiful, the music bumped all night long, there were no repercussions for gross misjudgments or transgressions, and everything was free. It went a little something like this:
EXT. A POOLSIDE PARTY SOMEWHERE IN FLORIDA. DAY.
Girls in neon bikinis and guys in cartoon swim trunks dance in slow motion around our lead character, SARAH. Every man is inexplicably a football player, every woman a model. Sarah holds a fruity drink as she walks alongside the pool, away from the cabana, taking in the atmosphere. One Abercrombie model throws a football to another Hollister model and he catches it while diving into the pool. No one gets tired. A mysterious boy accidentally bumps into our heroine. She’s turns around, upset. But wait, he’s pretty handsome.