Korine updates stylistic elements of Malick and Mann for a vulgar, excessive 2012 online youth party culture American Dream and ends up with one of the greatest accomplishments of his career and the decade: a candy-colored, electronic, alcohol-soaked neo-noir about dissatisfied college girls who in their pursuit of MTV fantasy self-actualization/liberation accidentally come face-to-face with the American class and race realities these fantasies were born from and end up mistresses in a Florida rapper drug war. A narrative Korine approaches with both empathy and irony, fluidly abstracting pop culture iconography, crass commercial surfaces, subjective impulse/sensation (both romantic and violent), gorgeous visual texture experimentation and an editing pattern that feels like a hazy remix of itself until he ends up with a form of pop poetry that is deliberately grotesque and vapid in the ways this pilgrimage of drugs, sex and money is but also completely beautiful, dreamlike and tragic as well. A movie so good it will forever have the crown of being the theatrical watch that inspired me to make a Letterboxd (go back and check the logs); I had to find out why everyone hated an obvious masterpiece.