I have nothing good to say.

Rating: 1/10 (8 August 2000)

This movie was, in a word crap. I am kind of depressed to know that I live in a world where millions of dollars are used to make movies like this and Kazam. Can't Hollywood think of a better way to spend money? Like, I don't know, burn it?
Anyway, pretty much every aspect of this film was poorly executed. The plot was less believable than Weekend at Bernie's II. The editing was confusing at best and the acting...well, John Goodman was as usual, a solid performance, but aside from him it was a slew of WB rejects(mind you this is the network that allowed the Wayans brothers their own show.) Well...I take that back, there was one other glimmer of light in the otherwise foul smelling mire of Coyote Ugly...TYRA BANKS! Just kidding She made me yearn for the master thespians of Cleopatra 2525.
Being the sad fanboy that I am I was reading an interview with the stars(I really don't think that word is appropriate, a much better term would be "people who the camera was on the most") they went on and on about how this movie was a celebration of womens sexuality and their newfound freedom to be whatever they(all women) want to be. Well I guess that makes sense, after leaving the theater I realized that most women in this sexually and culturally open minded world, do in fact have the right to work in any Hooters restaurant they want. Seriously though, Maybe I'm just hyper sensitive but the movie seemed slightly demeaning to women. I found it in the same vein as Pretty Woman; using your body to make money will make all your dreams come true. What a great message for a PG-13 movie.
Well, in a nutshell, this movie really sucked on every level. It is a sad reflection on the intelligence of the American consumer(as I glance across the room at my ticket stub).