GLOW is slow in its third season
Despite the visual onslaught of tits, ass and cock in its latest installment, season three of Netflix’s GLOW proved not as stimulating as one would hope.
Gone is the drama, the determination, the kickass wrestling moves and blatant allusions to the social climate of the 1980s from the show’s current storyline.
We were tossed a bone from GLOW’s writers in the last two seasons, and now we were just left sitting around waiting for the meat.
In season two, the audience were left concerned about the state GLOW and company, as the characters took their all-female wrestling show on the road to Las Vegas, after they were canceled from television.
Debbie Eagan, who had clawed her way into becoming a producer was snorting more cocaine than Al Pacino’s character in Scarface.
Yet when the series resumed, Debbie was no longer a coke-head, because that’s how a severe drug addiction works apparently, you just stop cold turkey without any treatment.
In fact everything seemed right as rain throughout the storyline, which was disappointing, until the final episode of the season, when the show finally started cooking with gas.
It’s like your parents showing up to your elementary school play after it ended, what’s the point? It’s over.
Major nuances, were glossed over, and not given the same attention as they would have in previous seasons.
Nobody goes from taking the bus every 30 minutes to BoneTown, to suddenly becoming an indefinite resident of NoSex Row, where’s the ethos behind the situation, for crying out loud?
The show’s title should have been changed from Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling to simply Gorgeous Ladies with the pitiful lack of wrestling in the show, which only occurred briefly in episode five, eight and 10, by the way.
GLOW had a reputation for addressing situations that would have been topical in the 80s, such as the AIDs crisis and the rampant sexual harassment in the movie and television industry.
Now these aspects of the social climate of that era were simply glossed over, such as homophobia in the workplace and a woman’s internal struggle between balancing career and a family.
The third season will definitely leave its audience disheartened and blue-balled, with its glossed-over external and internal conflicts, lack of wrestling and low-levels of drama that hooked viewers in the first place.
Listen, GLOW, its okay to tease, but every once in a while even the most seasoned burlesque performer lets a nipple slip the confines its pastie.
Stop teasing and give us the goods next season, GLOW, if there is a next season.
That anticlimactic final episode of yours, doesn’t leave viewers too hopeful.
