The year: 2000. Doubled layered spaghetti belt shirts, scaffold sandals, and pink faux fleece adorned our the organizations and the tips of our pencils. It was the era of Britney and Justin, of some combination of members of Destiny’s Child, a season when everyone was very engrossed in watching Survivor and glad that all the computers didn’t blow up when we rolled into the new millennium. It was too the year of Coyote Ugly.
I was 13 when Hollywood blessed us with Coyote Ugly, the sleepover favorite for teen girls around the country about a small town gal who moves to the big city and resolves up dancing on a prohibit in cowboy boot, but I hadn’t watched the movie since secondary school, so I wondered, how did Coyote Ugly hold up practically 20 year later?
Would I , now older and wiser, still enjoy a cinema seemingly based entirely on a saloon?
There was only one thing to do: I swarmed myself a glass of Merlot and told it on Amazon. Here’s what I learned.
The plot of this film is various kinds of stupid.