
Anyone who thinks this isn't being marketed as a guy film should take a long, hard look at the trailer. Its preetty-laydee heavy three minutes doesn't have a centimetre of celluloid that isn't covered by a leather bustier, blocked out by a flashing belly button or obscured by a bare limb flailing about in time to some soft rock/country fusion. Short of having the women getting down and dirty in a vat of Budweiser, producer Jerry Bruckheimer couldn't lay a clearer trail of hormone-laced breadcrumbs to entice the lads in to ogle his latest effort.
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