Sunday, 2 August 2009
Sunday night is... Eine kleine camp wrestling
The referee, Sándor Kovács, is a Hungarian. Ricky Starr did the ballet act. In some respects the performance resembles that of any comedian-clown in any ring - Charlie Chaplin and Norman Wisdom immediately come to mind. What is fascinating is the way wrestling accommodated outrageous camp for an essentially macho audience.
Pro-wrestling, I mean. Amateur wrestling is just a sport. Pro-wrestling has always been carnival and theatre. The commentary too understands that.
British pro-wrestling had its own camp acts like miner's son, Adrian Street and Bobby Barnes (here fighting the legendary Les Kellett). The very programmes included camp pictures.
I put this up not because of a particular interest in camp, but to show the sheer comprehensiveness of wrestling, a working theatre of life.
But maybe some music too. This gorgeous thing:
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