The Real Cancun (2003)
Facts
| Directed by | Rick de Oliveira |
| Cast | Brittany Brown-Hart, Benjamin Fletcher, Nicole Frilot, Roxanne Frilot and David Ingber |
| Theatrical Release | April 25, 2003 |
| DVD Release | July 1, 2003 |
| Running Time | 96 minutes |
| MPAA Rating | R (Restricted) |
| UPC Code | 794043652127 |
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Average user review:| Don't bother watching this... a waste of time |
| is a show on dvd |
| It's boring and not sure what it wants to be. |
This movie was edited very poorly. There are way too many characters to keep track of, and the audience cannot possibly know or care about any of them. The movie follows a simple pattern. We'll start to get a glimpses into some of the characters but then it reverts to a collage of party and beach scenes, followed by a insight from another character then more partying. The movie can't even decide if it cares about any of these kids or if it just wants to be some sort of skin flick, although it doesn't succeed there either because not much skin is shown.
The movie does depict more than a few of the kids in situations they are sure to regret when they are older, especially since the behavior is chronicled and will be available in bargain dvd bins for years to come. The twin girls (I forget there names) come off especially bad.
The extras include interviews with some of the cast members at a premier party. This is especially interesting because they all look mortified. There are several deleted scenes, most of which are boring. There is one scene that I am curious as to why it was excised from the movie and that is the women's wet t-shirt contest. It is a little more raunchy than anything else in the movie (thanks again to the twins), but a little raunch didn't faze the other hour or so of the movie so I continue to be curious as to why it was left out.
In the end this movie has little to recommend it and if you never see it you will not have missed anything important. August 16, 2006
| Good if you like documentaries |
The movie itself is a documentry about 16 contrasting characters (cassanova, nerd, virgin, slut, etc) living for one week under the same roof. It gives a better insight into what goes on in young people's minds than any useless psychology textbook.
And every human being has a character. You just have to look into it. March 13, 2006
| There is a level of awfulness untouched by mere mortals here |
A bunch of generic Frat types go to Cancun for drinking and wet t-shirt contests. Many of them "hook up" as the kids call it these days. One gets the "shy kid gets booze and becomes wild man" storyline (and in the extras you discover that the reason why he wasn't getting naked on the beach with the blond has more to do with his girlfriend back home than repression) and the rest get lamer stories. There's one poor guy that spends most of his time playing guitar and must content himself to be solo dude - like Jeff Goldblum in The Big Chill when everyone else is taking full advantage of the college reunion. Although this guy writes really awful songs like "The STD song" and "Back in the 80s" which everyone in the house loves because everyone in the house is drunk.
So why am I giving this movie three stars instead of the customary one? Because it's so awful that it almost makes it to good, but at very least it's important. You will want to slap everyone associated with this movie, so just think about that the next time you're in Europe and can't get a decent cheeseburger and want to complain to the waiter. January 9, 2006
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