Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Rocky Balboa is a relic. Writer/director/star Sylvester Stallone has said he’s made this film for the baby boomers, and it shows; there’s no irony, no hint of self-awareness, no trace of guile. There’s only earnestness. This is a film unafraid to have long monologues about heart, and courage, and respect. All this to a sweeten-it-with-strings score that a generous person would call “omnipresent.” There was one moment where I almost squirmed from embarassment, at this or that speech about what it means to be a fighter. That could be more an indictment of me and my generation than of Rocky Balboa.