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  • My wife and I went to a festival film screening of GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling at LA's Silent Movie Theatre. For those that weren't privileged enough to witness this amazing slice of Americana when it happened, G.L.O.W. was a professional wrestling organization launched in the 1980s that featured an all-woman crew of brawlers and their hijinks. It was a forerunner of reality television (the show focused as much on the scripted tales of the girls living in a house together as it did on their in-ring battles at the Riviera). It was funny. It was sexy. It was incredibly stupid at times, in the best of ways. The show was setting ratings records and was at the height of its popularity when it was suddenly canceled after its main funder pulled out. Some of the women continued to wrestle, others moved on, but this documentary focuses on the astounding rise and fall of the group.

    As a long-time fan of professional wrestling, I know that these "where are they now?" stories tend to have horrible endings of suicides, overdoses, drug battles, and lives torn apart. Thankfully, while there is some sadness, there are few of the horror stories that plague men's wrestling. There is a moment near the end, just as we're preparing to feel sorry for the turn one woman's life has taken, that she rises to her feet, goading the camera, taunting, ready to fight. It took the air out of the theater prior to having everyone erupt in joyous victory. These girls are tough!

    I was told a couple of them might turn up at this screening, and was blown away when more than half a dozen of the biggest names of the show were there. The audience rose to its feet as Matilda the Hun, Hollywood, Chainsaw (who had the audience erupting with laughter at her political incorrectness), Lady Godiva, Lightning, and more took the stage. They were just as fiery and energetic as in their glory days. Unbeknownst to the ladies, their producer (and the man who pulled the funding and killed the show) was there as well. There didn't seem to be much in the way of hard feelings. He'd refused to be interviewed for the film, but had plenty to say afterwards as it didn't paint him in the best of light. He told some good stories, but you could feel the venom from the crowd lingering in the air.

    They moved the after party to the patio behind the theatre and that's when the fun started. It was fantastic seeing them all light up as fans new and old approached them. They love a crowd, and they love to entertain. I was on the receiving end of one of Matilda's Slam-a-grams (a vicious fighting move where one's face is grabbed and forcefully battered against her considerable assets). We talked to Lightning a bit about what it was like keeping a relationship going while sequestered at the GLOW house and what she's done lately (stunt doubling on TV shows like Law and Order). To top it off, I was mauled by the entire crew of ladies. I have evidence, but I won't be pressing charges.

    Things like this always come up just when I start to get sick of LA, reminding me that for all of the mundane it throws at you, there are gems out there if you know where to look.
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