I am a huge fan of "Rocky." The original one, (circa 1976. I was 6 for most of that year and my sister B for whom I wore a maxi dress with great bell sleeves to her wedding... did not marry until '77, this is a pretty big milestone for me, so I wonder how old I was when I watched this movie for the first time?) Anyway, I love every minute of it, where Rocky blocks the door as a shy Adrian tries to flee on that first date and then they collapse in an embrace to the floor, to the final fight with cries of "Adrian!" I sob, every time.
I confess that I have not watched the franchise, I don't even know if I've seen "Rocky II," but I caught wind of "Rocky Balboa" this week and decided to record. It's a film by Sylvester Stallone and I was both transfixed and totally blown over by the sentiment. Over 30 years have passed since that first chapter, and maybe that's why it was so powerful to me, because I had not seen the in between. Every day between that first "Rocky" and this one, showed on the face of Stallone, his face is both worn by time and care, I was torn.
I loved the flashbacks but really missed Burgess Meredith, the iconic coach, sadly he passed away in 1997, nine years before this latest instalment. It was like watching a family movie though. Adrian was gone but she was still present in Rocky.
How I long to watch B's family movies, she was the only one in the family with a cine camera and I think we're talking about a time frame of between '72 and '76, but I'm guessing. I've been asking for years to re-watch and begging to have it all converted to DVD before it perishes, it does that you know? The film dies and disintegrates. If I do ever get to watch those home movies again, maybe I'll recognise a bit of a very young Jack, but I do wonder who she will stare back at.
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