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Two Simple Lessons From the Rocky Movies
For writers and life.
Sylvester Stallone, for me, has always been a movie star in the past tense. Didn’t mean much to me, was nearly invisible in the Hollywood experience I grew up with.
A has-been, but one whose days of success I hadn’t witnessed. I was born in 1985, so the golden age for his muscle action movies had already passed when I was old enough to start watching them sometime in the nineties.
And unlike Arnold Schwarzenegger, Stallone never had that inherently, unintentionally funny face and way of speaking that could have translated to the comedy action genre the Austrian bodybuilder’s career benefited from.
Stallone wasn’t cool to me, and he wasn’t funny, either. He takes himself too seriously.
I never thought that a movie about boxing, a sport I can’t bear to watch in real life because of the violence, would make me respect Sylvester Stallone. But it did.
Create Your Own Opportunity and Protect It
These past weeks, thanks to the holidays and a booster jab that, as always, left me in bed for a couple of days, I’ve had some couch time for movie watching with my boyfriend.
