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.
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.
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.