Rated R for Partying!
You have to be some kind of ingrown-toenail type to really love Cancun (okay, it's tolerable if you get drunk enough and stay that way), and you have to be some kind of deconstructionist to make a film like THE REAL CANCUN or, for that matter, pay to see it. But I want to see it anyway for the tail, and in so doing I suppose I'll be contributing in my own small way to the ruination of a once-great art form, so fuck me and pass the salt shaker, bro.
Will film industry programming begin to mirror the "reality programming" trends of TV as a cheap way to grab the young audience?
I'm just glad they're not calling it a documentary.