I don't know how many years ago this was. I watched a movie with a friend. We rented it from a video store specializing in movies that weren't very good. We watched a Mexican horror film, Night of the Bloody Apes. A doctor has transplanted the heart of a gorilla into his dying son. It causes his son to periodically turn into an ape man, sneak out of the house and attack women.
A detective investigating the attacks is dating a woman wrestler. He stakes out the park where the attacks have been taking place and inexplicably asks his girlfriend to walk down there alone in the dark to bring him some coffee.
"Oh, good!" I thought.
I assumed she was going to use her wrestling skills to battle the ape man.
But, no. She didn't even try. Her boyfriend saves her.
The first Mexican movie I saw with women wrestlers had a lovely scene where the two women hear someone breaking in so they get in their beds and pretend to be asleep. When the criminals walk in, they spring from their beds and effortlessly beat the crap out of them.
I thought this sort of thing would happen in all the movies, but it never did. The women wrestlers are never a match for any male character. It's like the old Charlie's Angels where we see them in the opening credits shooting guns and practicing jui-jitsu, but they turn into frail fashion models when confronted by criminals.
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