One of my biggest gripes of the popular annual French Film Festival here in Australia is that the audience is often made up of the types of people who pride themselves on not being caught dead at a mainstream Hollywood film in a shopping complex cinema, and yet they laugh hysterically at comedies that are more poorly written than most Adam Sandler comedies! This one is another case in point. There is no focus on character - every time there is a hint of character development, the director cuts to another lame-joke scene so as not to dwell on anything real. The jokes and scenarios come straight out of the types of films Hollywood made back in the 80s, with similar base concepts ("man becomes housewife" or "teenager becomes werewolf" is simply replaced with "women become wrestlers"). I am no wrestling fan, but I wouldn't be surprised if female wrestlers are actually slightly offended by the way they are depicted here. One to miss.
Review of Wrestling Queens
