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My Review of Rocky Balboa

9 Nov

from January 2, 2007

Rocky Balboa is a rare sixth film. Sixth films are rare in general. Off the top of my head, I can recall Star Trek VI, The Undiscovered Country and Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (thanks to George Lucas, episode three is really the sixth film). I thought that Star Trek VI was a very good, even smart at times, movie, with enough nods to the past and a sense of closure to bring the adventures of the original crew to an end, with the exception of the terrible Generations. On the other hand, there was the awful Revenge of The Sith, a film so bad that Lucas took a can’t-miss story (the birth of Darth Vader) and missed by a mile, with a stupid plot, awful acting, sad writing, and video-game special effects. (I know a lot of you like that film. Sorry, you are so wrong.) Going back to the black and white era, the Sherlock Holmes franchise with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce ran for fourteen films, and most were pretty good. But times have changed.

Rocky Balboa is a very good film.

Let’s pause and recap the series before we go on.

Rocky was a four-star classic. We all know the story. A great film in which the underdog didn’t have to win the fight, he just had to go the distance and prove that he belonged. Wonderful acting, great characterization, and a touching and intelligent script.

Rocky II was almost as good as the first. Here, Rocky finally made it. However, the real strength of the film was in the story of Rocky as a person. After the first film, Rocky was still functionally illiterate. He had money but no way to manage it, or keep it. He had no future, and nowhere to go. Only a rematch with Apollo Creed could make him someone, and Apollo had to give it to him since no one believed that Rocky lost the first fight and Apollo would always be dogged with that specter.

Rocky III was good, but by no means great. It logically continued the story of Rocky as he contemplated retirement, but had to fight one last time to prove to everyone that he deserved all he had, since Mickey fed him a string of weak challengers to protect him from injury.

Rocky IV and Rocky V were silly. Rocky promoting peace with the Soviets and fighting in the streets. Silly.

But then Rocky Balboa came along and redeemed the franchise. No one expected this movie to be good. Rocky (and Stallone) is sixty years old. All the jokes were already made. No one thought that this film would be any better than the last two. They were wrong. This film, though not a classic, is a worthy successor to the first two films and a great way to end this franchise.

(WARNING: THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT)

As the film opens, Rocky is mourning Adrian, who died a few years ago. Rocky has slowly lost everyone in his life. Prior to this film, that was a complaint of mine, that in every recent Rocky film someone had to die. Mickey died in three, Apollo died in four, and his relationship with his son died in five. By the time this film opens, its just Rocky and Paulie, and a lot of memories. Just like the real-life Jack Dempsey, Rocky is running a restaurant, spending his nights recounting his past glories and his days mourning Adrian. (The Dempsey comparison is right up front, especially when Rocky wears a T-shirt with “Dempsey” written across the front.) Rocky drags Paulie along with him as he revisits the important places in his life with Adrian. And it is a touching scene where Paulie tells Rocky that he can’t go with him anymore. Those memories are happy for Rocky, he explains, but not for him. He is sorry about the bad way he treated Adrian. Paulie is also suffering. The years haven’t been kind to either of them.

Rocky has a bad relationship with his son, and other than Paulie no relationships at all. That’s why it is touching how Rocky befriends a woman, Little Marie,  who was a young child in the original and now a single mother. There is never any hint of a romance here- Rocky is too faithful to Adrian, but rather this is a bond between two people who just need other people.

Rocky, needing something, anything, in his life, gets his boxing license back with the intention of just doing some small local fights, almost the way he began. It doesn’t go that way.

Mason Dixon is the current heavyweight champ. In all the other films, Rocky had a fearsome opponent. Apollo Creed was an undefeated champion, and beloved by the public. Clubber Lang was a brutal monster. Drago was a Soviet boxing machine. Mason Dixon, by contrast, is a disrespected champion. He never had any good opponents, and never was tested. He is the champ of a pretty lame group of heavyweights. After a computer simulation between him and Rocky shows him losing, Mason challenges Rocky. It is important that Mason Dixon is not portrayed as a beast like Lang or a boxer like Creed- Rocky at this stage of the game could never go a minute with one of them. An older, slower Rocky needs a comparable opponent. Really, however, Rocky is just fighting time. The opponent in this film is almost a MacGuffin.

The end of the fight was never in doubt. Like the first film, it ends in a split decision for the champion. But Rocky doesn’t even stay in the ring for the announcement. All smiles, he walks back to the dressing room amid chants of “Rocky, Rocky.” The old man just had to go the distance, prove he belonged, and quiet some of his demons.

There were some problems with this film. The relationship with his son was rectified a little too simply. Little Marie’s son is introduced for no real reason. Mason Dixon has a story that looks like much of it was left on the cutting room floor. In some ways, his story might have echoed Rocky’s, as he went back to his old neighborhood and trainer, but nothing is made of that. Even Paulie lost his job but nothing was made of it. (I, knowing how people tend to die in these films, worried that Paulie was going to commit suicide.)

Paulie has undergone a transformation too. He has gone from hating Rocky, to resenting Rocky, to now loving rocky. Paulie here is a friend and family to rocky. Together, they are two old men, one living in the past, the other stuck in the present.

The end of the film is just a feel-good finale, but in this film it fits. The whole film is a good character piece. There is a sense in the whole movie of just how lonely Rocky is and how much he needs a happy ending. No matter where he goes, there are people who want to shake his hand, get an autograph, or take a picture, but it is the old story of being alone in a crowd. There is no one for Rocky to connect with. He gets his happy ending here, and no one can help but be happy for him. His son is back, he proved himself, he goes out a winner. This is the right point for the franchise to end. It goes out on a high note. This film, like Rocky himself, proved that it belonged.

While some may complain about the flashbacks and training scenes- all designed to tug at your emotions- they just added to the wonderful sense of nostalgia, history, time, and closure. And who wouldn’t smile at seeing Rocky (and his dog) running up the steps one last time?

All the jokes about Rocky, about the franchise, have been blown away with this well-done, smart, and touching final installment. The series has gone out with dignity and it’s head held high.

untitled- UPDATE!

9 Nov

from November 29, 2006, based on a blog from November 28, 2006

Since I posted the last blog, I’ve done a lot of soul searching. I didn’t find one, but I did come to a conclusion. Remember the situation with a colleague, where I felt bad about something I did?

Well, wait for it…………… He’s a dick. Screw him.

Hey- as I posted a category for this blog, I saw for the first time that there is a category for “Dreams and the Supernatural.” If you read my profile, you know that I’m a paranormal investigator. (Did you read my profile? Bet you did not.) So I will soon start to post the bone-chilling details of my investigations into the Lovecraftian horrors (Literary reference alert!) that I contend with on a daily basis. However, I realize that this is a very serious situation, so to avoid any suspense that may interfere with the digestion of your dinner, (macaroni and cheese?), I will tell you beforehand that I am safe and unharmed. (OK, so that was not really suspenseful. What can I say? I’m not a mystery writer, you know.)

I had a good time today. During one of my classes, the kids were doing a vocabulary assignment when they started throwing words out of the dictionary at me. (Have you ever been hit by a word thrown out of the dictionary? Sounds like something from Roald Dahl’s The Phantom Tollbooth. Ever read that book? No? Then stop reading this drek and go out and get it. It’s a kids book but I love it. (Then again, I also love Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla, so what do I know? Duke Mitchell and Sammy Petrillo never worked again, and deservedly so. (How do I know all of this esoteric crap? ‘Cause I am full of this nonsense. Go ahead- ask me what Lionell Atwill’s greatest film performance of the 1930’s was? (It was in 1933’s The Vampire Bat where he masterfully portrayed Dr. Otto von Niemann.) On second thought, don’t ask.) Wait- I have another parenthesis to close. Go back and check. Here it is- )

Where was I? Hmmmm……. Screw him…….. paranormal investigator………. drek…….. oh, dictionaries. (See how these things go? And if Faulkner wrote this he’d be a genius.) So they started throwing words at me (have you ever been hit by- oh no, not again.) to see if I knew the meanings. I KNEW EVERY SINGLE WORD. I am the smartest teacher in the world! How can I parlay this into money? I can’t.

In my last blog, I may have been a bit silly and said some nice things about some of my friends. Oh that wicked alcohol! I was so wasted! Well, I’m going to wrap this up with a quote by Mr. Know-It-All (how come we never see Mr. Blog and Mr. Know-It-All in the same place at the same time? Quiet you. (“Yes Mr. Peabody.”) (This Superman line was last quoted in my blog of Saturday November 4th. Go back and see!) Oop- another darn parenthesis to close- ) This is quick becoming my most disjointed blog ever. I’ll have to work on that. Making it more disjointed, I mean. Look, if I have to work to write this, then it is only fair that you should work to read this. While you get to read all of my golden drippings and reap the benefits therein (huh?) what do I get? Bloody fingers. (I’m a poor typist) And you should see how all that blood ruins my keyboards. (I’ve gone through two since I started this page. )

Authors plugged in this blog: HP Lovecraft, Roald Dahl, Faulkner, me.

Books plugged in this blog: The Phantom Tollboth

Movies plugged in this blog: Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla,

Cartoons plugged in this blog: Mr. Peabody and Sherman

Celebrity big-league bloggers plugged in this blog: Mr. Know-It-All

Bad comedians plugged in this blog: Mitchell and Petrillo

Words that may possibly be Yiddish in this blog: Drek

Sharp-eyed readers may have noticed that I have not yet quoted Mr. Know-It-All, as I threatened to awhile back. Sharp-eyed readers are a pain in the ass. I have no intention of quoting Mr. Know-It-All. It was just a MacGuffin (chalk up another literary reference!) to get you to read until the end. And why would I want you to read until the end? Well, because I am a writer, I believe that every word on this page is vital to your mental health. Just think what would have happened if you went to bed after only the second paragraph. How could you sleep? (“What did he mean by ‘Lovecraftian’? What would he say if he knew that I didn’t read until the end?”) I’d say “Good for you.”