I'm clearly the wrong audience for a film like this and come to think of it, I don't know why I watched it - a problem that arises when there's nothing but your female housemate's old videos in the flat.
The basic story is of the young and innocent girl, Violet (Piper Perabo) coming to the big city to 'make it' - in this case, as a writer of sappy love songs - but struggles with confidence. Through a life changing experience at a bar, where she is encouraged to dance provocatively on the bar and sing along with the jukebox, she finds her voice and becomes a star. Yeah, I know.
My biggest problem with the film is that by performing at the Coyote Ugly bar, a place where underdressed women dance with one another (occasionally pulling women out of the audience for a preposterously well choreographed line dance) for the pleasure of bellowing men, and are required to appear sexually available but not be, is supposedly good for Violet, and helps her realise her independence. Fortunately her father, John Goodman (I'm so disappointed - nearly as much as with 'The Flintstones') is disgusted by this turn of events and she comes to realise she is wasting her talents there. Nevertheless, the film still ends there, with everyone one big happy family. I just hope young girls don't take the film too seriously and think that by marketing themselves as sexual objects, they will achieve their goals.
There's also, of course, a love story with a genuinely sweet chap who tries to help Violet overcome her stage fright. This, to me, seems much more healthy for her, even if it does produce some terrible songs. The staff at Coyote Ugly don't actually care about her - they just want to make money - so I'm shocked that they become an acceptable surrogate family for her.
It's just a load of rubbish really.
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