WCV - Bar Girls (1994) - by Faro

A decade ago I lived in The City of Brotherly Love, at 4333 Pine Street in the Spruce Hill neighborhood of West Philly. While living there, I worked at a nearby video store; putting in anywhere between 15 to 20 hours a week. I was too busy eating cheese steaks and drinking cheap 40oz beers to work more than that… you know how it is.

The video store was called West Coast Video and its inventory was comprised of 50% pornography, 25% new releases, and the remaining 25% were just a jumble of films tossed together without rhyme or reason. I worked behind thick bulletproof glass, and generally spent my time there getting high with co-workers and watching movies.

Recently, while putting lighter fluid on some old boxes of memories, I found a huge pile of reviews that I had scribbled out while working/watching. I saved them from the inferno and now from time to time I will post these youthful and drug-addled reviews, without revision, onto RAW for your amusement. They will be tagged with the prefix "WCV"… 

The first review is of a classic early 90’s GLBT film that broke the rules and dared to be different, subverting a typical genre film and turning it into an honest account of an alternative lifestyle. Here then is my review of the criminally neglected and woefully unappreciated…

BAR GIRLS 

Tagline: “Finally... a romantic comedy without men.”

I expected so little from this move… I mean I really would have just been satisfied with getting a hard-on once or twice. But goddamn, this movie is badly filmed and badly written and badly acted and the chicks aren’t even hot. What a waste of my time… 

I can’t believe they are paying me to sit here, get high, and watch this kind of crap. They should have higher standards, and force me to watch art-house films or films from developing countries… otherwise, how will I grow as an individual?

Ahh… fuck it. Let’s roll another joint and watch a porno.