Sure, it lacks a central character as compelling as Schwarzenegger (most films do), but Pumping Iron’s feminine counterpart makes up for it with funky music, George Plimpton, and head-spinning gender quandaries. A meditation on the nature of femininity amongst a group of fully expanded female bodybuilders, the film is, depending on how you look at it, an immensely campy product of the 1980’s or a sly commentary on them.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: Central Park Media VHS
02 Aug 2006 4:31 PM | Submit Comment