I Hate Wrestling But I Love GLOW

A Netflix series about women wrestling? How good could that be? That’s what I thought. But the positive reviews for GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling) are piling up and I’m hooked. Here are three nonviolent reasons why you might love it, too:

  1. Watch GLOW to time travel back to the 1980s. It’s all there: high-waisted jeans, Madonna-wear, and a chance to see your 1985 hair alive (and still smelling of Pert Plus) atop Alison Brie’s head.

2. Watch GLOW for superior, gimmick-free writing. “Relax, the devil gets all the best lines,” consoles one of the leads in an early episode. Actually, lots of GLOW characters get great lines. Here’s how party-girl wrestler Melanie sizes up Sam Silvia, the sad-eyed, filter-less director played by comic Marc Maron:

“Oh, I trust him,” Melanie says. Who doesn’t trust a man with a mustache full of coke?”

GLOW’s creative leadership knows how to make a smartly conceived series that revolves around women. Its creators are Liz Flahive and Carly Mensch (“Nurse Jackie”) and Jenji Kohan (“Orange Is the New Black”) is executive producer.

3. Watch GLOW to see Marc Maron’s closet of banded, blouson polo shirts. Where did they find so many terrible guy tops? My grandma called these “sport shirts” but they are not even a little sporty.

His shirts and substance abuse aside, Silvia’s/Maron’s brutish manner and hangdog vibe would be tough to take episode after episode. But fortunately for the women of GLOW, director Sam Silvia is leavened with occasional, accidental feminism.

“Crying, caring, the desperation. That’s what makes you unbearable,” he tells Ruth. “Try not giving a f#%^. There’s a lot of power in that.”

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