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BY TOM MEEK
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The minds at MTV allege that director Rick de Oliveira’s slick effort is the first reality-TV show to make the jump to the big screen — perhaps they’ve never heard of a "documentary"? Nonetheless, the popular Real World format gets blown up and heads to Cancún for the alcohol-addled stretch of hedonism known as spring break. There’s plenty of fine sculpted torsos, bikini-busting buns, and perky, gravity-defying boobs, and though that’s enough eye-popping titillation to send any adolescent’s hormones through the roof, the real star is a non-drinking nerd from Texas who goes from being toilet paper stuck to a shoe to Cancún’s It Boy. Most of the other 16 subjects are exactly as they appear, vacuous narcissists pandering for ego boosts and booty. One male bimbo (a Brad Pitt ringer) even admits to training for spring break, and after bedding one of his bungalow mates (a comely fawn from Wisconsin who’s never been clubbing before) shows no remorse when he drags a wet-T-shirt-contest winner back to the digs the next night. The women aren’t much better: they flaunt, flirt, and tease, and when they don’t put out and the guys go elsewhere, they become castigating banshees. (90 minutes)
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