In the The Wizard of Oz, the people Dorothy knows in Kansas are recast as fantastic versions of themselves: the mean old crone into a wicked witch; Hunk the farm hand into the Scarecrow; Professor Marvel into the doorman to Emerald City, the guard at the Wizard's Castle, and the titular Wizard of Oz himself (I'm guessing if you stare long enough at the cover to Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon, you'll probably see his face in the prism, too). This year, actor James Franco serves up a near-simultaneous double-feature that suggests a similar, yet wilder, transformation in his two different-yet-evocatively-similar films, Spring Breakers and Oz the Great and Powerful.
I would love to believe that had Franco's more earth-bound character Alien in Spring Breakers seen Oz the Great and Powerful, he would have it playing on repeat in his sprawling home ("I've got Oz on repeat! OZ! On repeat!")
Oz is about a con man coming to a fantastical land and saving it from resident witches (while recruiting some more). Spring Breakers is about some dangerous girls coming to a magical place where the wizard already lives and becoming savage queens and entering a life of bloody crime. Either way, in both films, Franco plays immoral yet charming criminals, beset and enchanted by a handful of dangerous women. 3D landscapes or spring break nudity--either way, the visuals remain equally gratuitous. As for the witches in the picture, the bolder route taken by Spring Breakers, where the least well-drawn characters last the longest, cuts closer to the bone: these are both movies about how the pretty-looking things are dangerous vessels, and the conniving male protagonist is in over his head. In Oz, Franco jumps into a pile of golden riches he finds waiting for him; in Spring Breakers, he goes on a scene-stealing monologue in his bedroom, telling the women around him to "look at all my shit!" In both, the women stand nearby, potentially plotting his demise.
An annoying stroke of genius in Spring Breakers is its astounding use of repetition. Lines echo for minutes after they're spoken. Writer-director Harmony Korine, known for writing the seminal Kids and Gummo, tortures the viewer of Spring Breakers with the repetition of the title of his latest film. "Spring break ... spring break forever," the characters say, again and again, in melodic-poetic tones, expressing a desire to live the moments of their vacation-gone-wrong over and over again. It's a present-tense culture, where the characters yearn to hold on to everything they're enjoying, to replay it, to repeat it until it's unbearable. Excess stretches beyond the material to the experiential.
One modern equivalent of this yearning for a repetition of anything enjoyable is easily found in the penchant for Hollywood to double-back to known properties and throw the same brand-names at audiences again and again. Sequel, prequel, who cares--it's all by-products of a culture chasing the high of blissful moments long since past.
Oz the Great and Powerful itself is a regurgitated mess of both the original The Wizard of Oz as well as Tim Burton's awful Alice in Wonderland (itself the reheated leftovers of better art).
In other words, spring break forever.
In the market of moden artistic creation, we even judge our efforts by the number of times they're viewed, replayed, shared, posted, linked, resent, forwarded, pinned, and embedded in other places. The triumph of Spring Breakers lies in its ability to see such habits and honor them. I went into the film braced for nihilism; what I didn't expect was the empathy the film has for its characters. When James Franco's murderous gangster performs a poolside rendition of a Britney Spears melody on a piano while defending the disgraced pop star, surrounded by gun-toting, bikini-clad femme fatales wearing pink ski masks, Korine's film achieves a beauty beyond those found in the derivative digital imaginings splattered across the screen in the latest Oz effort.
Why Spring Breakers is also ultimately a better film may rest in the strength of its key musical number and the lack of one in Raimi's Oz. My favorite scene in the original Wizard of Oz is, without doubt, Judy Garland singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." Where Spring Breakers updates Judy Garland for a brilliant montage set to Britney Spears's "Everytime," Raimi's film doesn't even bother and ends up feeling more heartless than the Tin Man.
It's a shame. And it's funny that Korine, in making a film so dedicated to shining a light on a culture of surfaces, found more depth in a 2D picture than Raimi did in his 3D prequel to a treasured classic.
Spring Breakers remains my favorite film of the year so far (I give it all appropriate stars), while Oz the Great and Powerful only proves how vacuous the content of our Hollywood-fashioned dreams have become.
Just color me gobsmacked by the idea that a gritty filmmaker like Harmony Korine gave me a film echoing more Judy Garland than the one mustered by a veteran Hollywood dreamer like Sam Raimi.