•
Rating: In life, everyone, sooner or later, goes out of focus, off-kilter. You embark on a main road, pursue it, then fatigue sets in. Not a lack of ideas: fatigue, precisely. The abundance in which we live does not skimp on ideas; there are always ideas.
Fatigue envelops you, cradles you, puts you to sleep. You wouldn't want to be there, you wouldn't want to be elsewhere. Simply, you vegetate. Then, you live.
Going from dominating the cold war, risking life under the blows of Ivan Drago, dominating the hostile Soviet crowd, to bickering with George Washington Duke to bargain an encounter with this Union Cane, well, no. No, indeed. It's the backstory that's an abortion, not the unfolding of a plot that's altogether pleasant, light-hearted, year of (mis)fortune 1990.
There are forced situations, there are inaccuracies, there are inconsistencies.
Paulie: come on. Really. He can't always be given the role of the violent, sadistic troublemaker. Does it make sense that your brother-in-law goes to the Soviet Union to mesmerize the world while you sign over a power of attorney to a thieving accountant?
And then, suddenly, just like that, returning to the old neighborhood, 'Hey, hi Rocky, everything okay?' 'Hey, hi, and you?''
Come on, come on.
It's a shame, because Rocky Balboa (2006), or Rocky VI, is an excellent epilogue, gracefully laying down arms, then Creed comes along (I just saw the third one. Not bad, kid. Not bad) and the franchise finds new vigor.
This Rocky V is a total flop: earnings, criticism, melodic line, plot. They tried to sprinkle in something that could engage new generations by placing Snap!, Mc Hammer, and similar in the soundtrack, but it wasn't enough.
It's not all worthless, no. Sage Stallone: approaches well, holds his own against the father (both fictional and real, clear) and who knew that a few decades later, rest in peace, his heart would give out.
Tommy Morrison, also having passed to a better life, isn't an actor and it shows. He sketches, but lacks personality.
Stallone, with time, would say: I shouldn't have done it, I don't know, or I should have done it better. In short: even he isn't clear-minded.
Rocky V isn't an error. It's a jarring note, a fragment of a parallel universe struggling to find a place in the saga, a swan song that remains choked because it doesn't die, Rocky doesn't die, the saga (after all) doesn't die.
Burgess Meredith (Mickey), appearing as flashback and/or ghost, puts his soul into it, as always. A superb actor, the crystalline talent balancing the equation with Stallone, expressionless, vacuous, crude.
Many things shouldn't have happened and yet they did. But I have news: redemption, revision, rebirth, are there, within reach.
If you're Rocky, you can do anything.
Stallone: “Yes, it bothered me not being in Creed 3. But I have a project, Rocky isn't dead, he will return to train an immigrant without a residence permit.”
Incurable, Sly.
Loading comments slowly
