Sounds like my marriage-encounter retreat.
I've heard this sort of nonsense ... I attended such a retreat as this back in the '70s. I would have hoped that they had gone the way of the dodo bird by now.
Oddly enough, my 'Engaged Encounter' retreat, 'way back when, in the Dreadful Diocese of Richmond, no less, was sane and very useful.
There were no retreat leaders,ice-breakers, games, T-Shirts, felt banners, juggling clergy, singing nuns, Christian Rock, Cheers about our awesome God, references to Leo Buscaglia, trust exercises, crying, blaming our parents, primal screaming, books about Jesus and Buddah, John Lennon's Imagine,labyrinths, Renew Trees, coloring books, or scavenger hunts.