That's not a prude's complaint about how nubile college-age folks getting wasted in Mexico is degrading, insulting, or a sign of our moral decline. A well-made film about what happens on Spring Break would be a wonderful thing; it might tell us something about how people's personalities transform in a world without moral tethers, which is the stuff of good documentaries. Robert Flaherty went to the Arctic and made the great Nanook of the North, and if somebody went to Cancun and made Nookie of the South, I'd be all for it. Heck, give it some high-minded title - American Ritual, say - and even the Film Comment crowd would happily climb aboard.
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