“Yo, Adrian, we did it…”
(This blog was originally written on Myspace)
I have just this very second got back from the cinema. I am giddy with excitement and delirious with happy due to the sheer unadulterated delight of sitting through Rocky Balboa. FUCKING FANTASTIC. It’s been a very VERY long time since I had as much fun at the pictures. Yeah, it’s cheese, but the most tasty, satisfying cheese EVER.
It could have been awful. Really awful. When I heard Stallone was making it, I cringed. Had he fallen so far that he had to bring back his most famous character in a desperate bid to revive his career? Well, yeah, probably. The fact is, though, he’s made a bloody enjoyable movie. Rocky has always been one of Hollywood’s most endearing, root-for-able characters and Stallone ensures that nothing changes here. You can do nothing but like the big lug.
The film starts off slow, with Rocky mourning the loss of Adrian, and revisiting the old haunts from the original film. Times have changed, things have moved on, all except for Rocky. He may be older, but he still has the heart of a fighter, and when he’s given the chance to show it just one more time, he takes it. This, for me, is when the movie kicks into top gear. I defy anyone not to have the biggest smile on their face when THAT music kicks in and we see another ace Rocky training montage. By the time of the fight, whatever the result, there’s only ever going to be one winner -
Rocky! ROCKY! ROCKY!.
I’m off now to order all five Rocky films on DVD.