Nowadays, I can just write “80’s” and “GLOW” and chances are you’re going to click to read more.
Every Saturday morning wimpy wrestler has an origin story.
Disney/Pixar’s Coco not only brought us to tears, but it also made a strong case for the two animation companies to be able to produce good lucha things. Continue reading “Coco (2017)”
Before tuning into Netflix to watch Jerry Lawler try and beat the crap out of Jim Carrey for not breaking kayfabe in Jim & Andy: The Great Beyond, feel free to revisit Lawler’s earlier Hollywood work alongside Michael J. Fox.
If you ever imagined what it would look and sound like for the Fabulous Freebirds to come out to music from Queen as their entrance theme, then this is the movie for you. Also, if you ever wanted to watch a movie with an entire soundtrack by Queen, then you’re also in luck.
With Netflix recently announcing that they’ve ordered a comedy series based on everybody’s favorite female wrestling league from the 80’s: Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), I figured I’d finally get around to reviewing the quintessential 80’s women’s wrestling movie, American Angels: Baptism of Blood.
A screwball romantic comedy wrestling movie that fails at all of those descriptions.
Brandon Stroud, writer and editor of the two-time RSPW award winning With Spandex blog, on the Uproxx site, wrote the film Meet Me There. Yes, when he’s not busy updating The Best & Worst of Raw posts, or borrowing this site’s Ringside Cinema feature or What the World is Watching, Stroud works on non-pro wrestling endeavors. In case you were hoping this was another entry in the growing wrestling horror film subgenre, I’m sorry to disappoint you.
We’re told via title card at the beginning of Backyard Dogs that by the year 2000, there were more than 18,000 backyard wrestling federations. What they don’t tell you is that there were double that amount of nu metal bands and they’re all on this soundtrack. Step into a transitional time period of baggy awkwardness that was the late 90’s and early 2000’s and witness a generation that spawned from the Attitude Era.
After having heard Buddy Landel on Colt Cabana’s Art of Wrestling podcast recently, and getting to know more about him other than my limited knowledge of his cup of coffee that was his WWF run, I realized he was an entertaining story teller and another tragic “what could’ve been” wrestling tale, and not just some poor man’s Ric Flair. So in honor of Buddy Landel, I figured I’d post this brief cameo of his in the movie Box of Moonlight. RIP “Nature Boy”.