I don’t think that there’s anyone who hasn’t seen the film Coyote Ugly at least once. I, for one, have seen it a few times, and although I wouldn’t consider it a great masterpiece, I still must acknowledge its merits. What’s better to break down one’s prudishness than seeing the adorable, shy, and sweet-as-sugar main character dance away on the bartop?! And what’s even more striking – and a definite nudge towards you being more tolerant and slightly less stuck up – is to see it happening in the flesh.