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Jacking-off, to "The Real Cancun"

That it was released in theaters only five weeks later makes it a legitimate poster child for the burgeoning digital revolution of the early 21st century. As a sloppy assemblage of spoiled, attractive young party animals gather to do body shots, dance and make out like horny banhees and banshees, all hope for the future is tossed away like an empty bottle of Cuervo.
Truth be told, I had planned to stay very far away from "The Real Cancun" based on the advertising, but a friend highly recommended it after attending a sneak preview. She was right. I saw "The Real Cancun" three times in the theater, bringing different friends every time. Most good movies have three or four moments that make you say "Wow." By my count, "The Real Cancun" has 24. (Michael Tully, “Films of the decade: ‘The Real Cancun,’ Salon, 15 Dec. 2009)
Normally I avoid the theatre, but . . .
Is this satire, or were you trying to sound like the alarmed dainty trying to make sense of her being very aroused by porn spectacle?
"Relevant historical document," is what you came up with. Look, your piece is "reality shot" porn: after garnering 24 wows from your canon, who's going to want to look it up, let alone pick it up.
The ferocity with which so many championed the war, or opposed it, made it easy to ignore sizable chunks, of just about all demographics, that either accepted the administration's message of "shopping/business as usual," or were genuinely ambivalent. Does the film film legitimately or accidentally offer some insight into those mentalities, or does it just serve to spotlight one manifestation of entitlement?
At least a decent percentage of the Real Cancun demographic, I think, woke up in 2008. Anyone watch this film since the election? (btrader, response to post, “Films of the decade: ‘The Real Cancun’”)

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If the waking up of the real cancun democraphic means cleaning up, donning uniforms, and off to war -- so mama can be proud -- I would prefer they remained all beefcakes and booty-call.
Setting up kids as spoiled and selfish is always the pre-amble before sending them off to war. We project our own selfishness into them, and get rid of it all, by disposing of them. Leave the kids alone.
The hypocrisy is that these able-bodied young men and women of prime age and fitness to serve in the US military in direct support of the Iraq venture were instead partying on some beach, while middle-aged men and women - parents, community members, people with responsibilities - were sent to fight the war. (calgodot, response to post, “Films of the decade: ‘The Real Cancun’”)
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The hypocrisy is that these able-bodied young men and women of prime age and fitness to serve in the US military in direct support of the Iraq venture, were instead partying on some beach, while middle-aged men and women - parents, community members, people with responsibilities - were sent to fight the war.
The responsibility of peace-loving adults (the only ones worthy of respect, of defence) is to ensure that youth are NEVER set up so that subsequently sending them off to be shot and killed would be to their and our benefit. You make them sound like prime cow, that exist to be eaten. They'll hear your call, and we may lose near a whole generation, who'll bleed so the nation can live -- or some horseshit -- but I hope some elder Gandalf stands tall, to at least try to talk them out of it.

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