A few years ago, I was flipping channels when I came across what is, quite possibly, one of the worst comedies ever, “One Night at McCool’s”. The film initially struck my fancy because it combines red hair with a young and still ridiculously hot Liv Tyler (What? She’s really beautiful!). Unfortunately, things went swiftly downhill from there.
This film is about a sexy young con-artist/whore-for-rent, Jewel, whom (after fabricating a story of being almost-raped) dupes bartender Randy into keeping silent after she kills her supposed rapist by giving Randy what is undoubtedly the best sex of his life.
Randy soon grows to despise Jewels materialism and manipulation and the story might have been redeemable….if Jewel didn’t proceed to similarly hoodwink every other man who comes into her life. Everyone, from Randy’s married cousin to a widowed detective fall for Jewel’s charms and lies as she cock teases them into making the most moronic decisions of their lives.
Still, this story of a gorgeous woman of average intelligence pulling the wool over numerous sets of eyes is hilarious because we, the audience, know that none of her scheming could have been successful if Jewel were ugly, no matter brilliant she might be.
My only real gripe with the film is that Jewel could have done better with her choices of men, both aesthetically and financially. The woman seemed to be compulsively drawn to deadbeats, losers and otherwise undesirable men of average financially means, putting a great deal of energy into what she viewed as the end-all, be-all con: snagging herself a man who owned a DVD player.
Look, watch this movie for the eye-candy (both Tyler and co-start Matt Dillon were at their peak here) and hilarity, but don’t expect substance from this one.