The Real Cancun | Review

When you ‘strip’ this film down, there isn’t much except guys who want to see boobies.

When MTV adapted a George Orwellian model and took to the airwaves with a bunch of good-looking kids in a New York flat or L.A villa, they gave birth to a nation of voyeurs. This junk television put millions into a trance including myself. Since then, a p.c video games called The Simms has taken over the net and the most talked about television is the dozen of reality shows that liter the airwaves. The next logical step is the movie theatres.

Coming from the producers of The Real World is the not-so-scientific documentary subject matter about the ritual of flying south and getting hooked up. This soft-core version of Girls Gone Wild sees a camp of willing volunteers, some with hot youthful bodies, some from the nerds only camp and some token virgins and blacks to go along for an all-exclusive v.i.p treatment week in sunny Mexico. The Real Cancun shows us what a big number of airheads do while under the effects of the sun and suds, but instead of showing interest in the youths the film exploits them by offering enough tequila and skimpy opportunities to f***-up or f***, which is what youth seem apt at doing.

There are a handful of good laughs, mostly because the people who are revealed on the screen are made fun of with the documentary form, freeze framing the image or freeze framing the music with a record scratching sound to tell us that one testosterone filled male won’t be getting some booty is called off. The hit parade of music is used and how the form is played to lead us on to the potential of one character getting scoring some booty. After a couple of wet t-shirt contests and drunken aftermaths we pretty much get the deal and don’t necessarily care about the anti-hero as he wins a best bod contest and swap sloppy seconds and thirds with some bikini friends. Not even the Snoop Dogg or eye-filling close-ups of T&A, can save this film and the most disturbing acts aren’t the drunken parties on the beach, but it is when we watch intoxicated apes going at it with women who are treated like pieces of meat.

When you strip the film down, the teenage drama is kept at a minimum and the voyeurism element of this reality based production is more concerned with seeing skin rather than finding out what is beneath their true emotions. Not surprisingly, The Real Cancun is a reality idea which might have been a great six-episode segment on television, but for the big screen it completely misses the mark, however, on a positive note, I did learn how to cure a jellyfish sting.

Rating 0.5 stars