Not every college kid can make Florida's Spring Break scene. Worry not, all DreamGirls titles can be passed off as footage from the vacation you never took. And as always, the camera is SO up close and snuggly with inebriated college chicks, one can virtually smell their body odor.

On an erotic level, there is the token visual foreplay of topless/bottomless latently lesbian boogying (the blaring beats short out the mic more than once). Everyone's having a good time, except during the Mardi Gras excursions. Moderately attractive girls with boyfriends hound the crew for more beads ad nausea. This is not a turn-on, but this is after all a "video documentary" (as indicated during the opening credits), and the viewer needs to know that beads are currency if you want to see cleavage!