The spring-breaking, anonymous, drunk, horny whore bit is more than a little played out (as are the various Sean Paul beats that always seem to pervade the beachfront P.A. systems), and the long-distance voyeurism that interconnects the solo masturbations are grainy and washed-out and low-fidelity as a general rule. That said, fans of captured parties will always flock to buy these releases.

An outdoor strip-fest starts things, and girls make out and apply whipped-cream to various body parts. Back indoors, two reasonably attractive collegians pose nude in a bubble bath. More street-shots, more stripping, more bathing precedes a short, inebriated floor-crawl, and a girl eats some pussy to close.

There are no viable extras, as much of the feature is unedited and has its "behind-the-scenes" clips kept in.

Retailing: Nothing new, but you know if it sells.