Over spring break a few weeks back, two sets of adults backed by two major media conglomerates each put a bunch of teenagers in a hotel suite in Cancun, Mexico, force-fed them alcohol, sent them on their wobbly way to wet-T-shirt contests and let the movie cameras roll. Both believed they had simultaneously stumbled upon the map for the Holy Grail of teen comedies, the one that eliminates the genre's most vulnerable point: a script.
In their race to be the first to take reality television to the movie theater, the two production teams were evenly matched in their mastery of...
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