Spring Breakers obsesses over juxtapositions, none more salient than the one between the girls’ bodies and the sound of guns cocking. A theme Candy especially relishes in. Her hand regularly poses as a gun, shooting at her friends, at herself. Candy, Brit, and Alien have a swimming pool threesome, but the two girls share an intimacy independent from him. They touch each other constantly, affectionately, and in one of the most satisfying scenes I have ever experienced in a theater, have their guns fellated in tandem.
The gender-flipped fellatio gratifies because it follows a first act dedicated to the male gazey ogling often found between a male filmmaker and beautiful, barely clothed, young actresses. The camera sticks to their bodies so unabashedly we notice not only smooth youth, but also ourselves staring at it. This double consciousness turns itself back onto us when Alien submits to Brit and Candy’s gun penises—when that gaze, the same lasciviousness Alien employed, is mocked for how blind it was to the girls’ true selves. As Britt and Candy’s giggling play turns into a steel-nerve demand that he get on his knees there is a moment when, with their guns in his mouth, Alien seems to see these girls for the first time. His fear and trepidation dissolve into enthusiasm. He sucks hard, inviting both their guns deeper into his mouth eager to please. Alien recognizes Britt and Candy’s authority without resenting it. Brit and Candy don’t just exercise power, they receive grateful subjects. All hail the new feminist world order—spring break forever y’all.
—Ayesha Siddiqi
Spring Break | Sunday | See the Town
damon-theeternalstud-salvatore:
kdsfgzkgzdubfvikhjlbfdzkdfvfdvfhbzdxkvlujhxgkudghdfkuhgdfuhvufhvkfujnkjnvkfdjxglbkfughkfux *dies because CAN’T HANDLE THE CUTE KSJDFZLKUHRHCFRKSUJHKGURFHGUDXRKDULTIUEHRYUZTRGHLDFUKGLHKDFUGHKFDUVKDJF; squeals; covers cheeks with le fists.* jsdfhbsdfj X3 It’s okay, Shelly; my awesomeness got this. X3
XD Duly noted, Shelly. ^.^ *slides over mouth when Shelly stops; looks out windows; looks at Shelly when boyfriend talks; widens eyes.* Hwat. *looks out windshield.* jndfkjdsnfAKJNFZKGNJRKL;NGZRGLIRVFD *unbuckles seatbelt; jumps out car avec purse, Corn; spazzes; stretches arms toward sky.* I AM SO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE cxgbkfdfvkfdnlkg SHELLY
What would I do without you? *smiles at Ashleah* …But how are you going to convince anybody? I know you’re adorable and pretty damn persuasive, but you’re only seven…
*chuckles at girlfriend’s surprised reaction; gets out of the car* How are we supposed to go find trouble if we stay in the car all night? *locks doors/sets alarm; meets her in the front and takes her hand* You ready, my little accomplice?
D’um, not be really awesome?
hee. X3 X3 Well, we Martians are pwetty cool with crap like that. Plus I’m extra awesome, so. X3
xfkgjdfrkgxrngkdr I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Aw yeah, let’s go, Shelly; we got this. *parties hard with le intertwined hands.*
*kisses Damey’s hand; walks with Shelly. X3* **accomplished smile.** Hi.
