Someone at DG has realized the historical and anthropological elements at work in these seemingly by-the-numbers vids. And it has to be said - no other adult releases give such an untampered document of what the college-bound youth do on weekends. So the opening credits connote this as a "documentary" for anyone who hadn't already figured that out.

This entry has the token blown out microphone, compliments of the numbing bass-lines and chatterbox DJs. The visual quality is suburb - we are granted a front row seat. On stage, a non-stop cavalcade of punchdrunk bimbos strut their stuff with little to no inhibition. This is what Spring Break is all about, and it gives the viewer the uncanny impression that they are present.

There is little variation, but if you watch long enough with a beer, you'll feel the T&A groove of whatever club this was last Spring Break.