GLOW – Season One (Netflix Review)

All 10 episodes streaming from: Friday 23rd  June 2017

Created by: Liz Flahive and Carly Mensch

Executive producers: Liz Flahive, Carly Mensch, Jenji Kohan and Tara Herrmann


 

GIRL-ON-GIRL

                “Is this real?”

                “Who the fuck cares?”

Community cutie Alison Brie headlines this fictionalised account of the 1985 formation of the syndicated female wrestling promotion, the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (or G.L.O.W. for short), which was highly publicised as being from the creator of Orange is the New Black. While Jenji Kohan does have an executive producer credit, GLOW’s creator duo – Liz Flahive and Carly Mensch – also have previous industry experience as writers of high profile US shows such as Weeds, Homeland and Nurse Jackie.

… Keep Scuttling!

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They Live (Amazon Prime Review)

18 – 94mins – 1988


 

OBEY… OBEY… OBEY…

“Brother, life’s a bitch and she’s back in heat.”

While the social media meltdown continues apace and I attempt to get my head around the ramifications of last night’s EU Referendum here in the UK, some might consider it hugely ironic that I sat down yesterday for my first ever viewing of John Carpenter’s cult sci-fi/horror adaptation of Ray Nelson’s short story Eight O’Clock in the Morning.

If Cameron and the “Remain” camp thought they were having a bad day, just spare a thought for homeless drifter John Nada (late WWF wrestler “Rowdy” Roddy Piper). He is shot at, thrown from a first floor window and beaten to a swollen pulp by his best mate, Frank (Keith David), in a bare-knuckle brawl which lasts longer than Peter Griffin vs the Giant Chicken – all on the same mind-melting day he stumbles upon a yuppie alien takeover bid which only materialises whenever Nada puts on a pair of sunglasses! If that wasn’t enough, to top it all off: he’s all out of chewing gum, too!

While the satirical social commentary implied by humanity’s greed-motivated subservience to an extraterrestrial “power alliance” hidden in plain sight is as strong and as stinging as a George A. Romero subtext, I found They Live’s narrative and its genre elements to be sadly lacking. The skeletal “formaldehyde faces” of the alien’s true eye-bulging form are laughably ropey, calling to mind a 50s B-movie (perhaps intentionally?), while the drifting plot was high in meandering and low in narrative finesse.

Product DetailsNada’s journey from bum to hero is achieved by wandering in an inviolate haze through first a police raid at a homeless camp, then through the alien-infested streets of LA. When he does eventually coerce Frank into believing the conspiracy, the pair have no set plan and simply bumble along cluelessly until they happen upon a band of freedom fighters and the plot is finally focused on shutting down the signal which is hypnotising the human race to the subliminal propaganda.

CR@B Verdict: 2 stars