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| DIRECTED BY |
| Rick de Oliveira |
| STARRING |
| Brittany Brown-Hart |
| Alan Taylor |
| Benjamin Fletcher |
| Nicole Frilot |
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I knew it would be too easy to slam the daylights out of �The Real Cancun,� but I just had to. Perhaps simply getting a crew to walk around and shoot random conversations and occurrences between people would be a reasonably good idea if those people were moderately interesting in at least some small form. But unfortunately for �The Real Cancun� and the producers who financed it, there really isn�t one character in this film who can be paid attention to for any longer than a few seconds without feeling nauseated, nor is there one redeemable aspect to this digitally videotaped disaster.
I also have trouble believing that this mindlessly haphazard atrocity even had any producers at all, unless one wants to count how much the camera equipment must have cost. So that really just leaves the studio � New Line � to blame. It�s obvious that a studio will always have money in mind when they release a film, but at least they may retain some of their dignity if that film is anywhere near redeemable. Bringing the already lowly concept of reality television into the film world isn�t only pointless; it�s sad.
The whole concept of the movie is based upon the prurient premise of a group of young people going to Cancun for some sort of vacation with only one thing in mind: sex. Someone had the bright idea to make a reserved Texan named Alan the focus of everything, so we could see him slowly-but-surely become just as much of a lascivious dumbass as the rest of the people around him. Here�s a question for the filmmaker: who cares? This sorry excuse for a theatrical movie would be more accurately described as a porno with a lot more inane talking than necessary.
