Washing up on a deserted island with strangers isn’t the best way to begin a vacation. No lavish five-star hotel suites, no adult beverages with skewered fruit and tiny umbrellas, the shopping sucks, and the only delicacies on the menu are what they can spear for themselves in a shark infested blue lagoon. (And all the rats they can catch, of course.) The good news is that the sunsets are gorgeous and the coconuts are free for the taking. It’s almost paradise.
The bad news is that two out of the three women are lazy, spiteful and competing for the Gold Medal of Brattiness. Obviously, this is a job for two Alpha males with old-fashioned ideas about discipline, about how to tame a tantrum and the many innovative uses of kelp. With no hope of rescue, this modern-day Gilligan’s Island crew will have to work together if they have any hope of surviving.