What, you ask, is a foam party? A rave with soapsuds and a booty contest. But it will take more than a sweaty fistful of synthetic drugs to make this turgid essay on youthful exhibitionism something worth partying over.

The folks at DreamGirls turn out technically excellent product time after time, but someone needs to tap them on the shoulder and let them know that sometimes less is more. Two full hours of booty shaking, semi-nude dancing and moronic Eminem wannabes chanting like deranged chimps is more than the human eye can endure.