This is accurate description of Boxing as profession, low pay, (recall my first payment, took out for food, dieted to make the weight, then Doctor,weighing scales guy,Judge plus trainer, lastly Locker use) ,half of wage gone. Unclean conditions.
Next to no one there at show. They didn't tell you about that.
Disappointing Coming out into December air in English winter. Getting bus to my council home.
Stallone gets this image correct.
Not the picture presented `young pups`, coming into 'the game' expected. Drinking and employment outside ring are scarce, very few surgeons and solicitors jobs going. So end up as doorman other thug jobs.
Fairy-tale element about the Loser finding a foggier Girl. Like many girls at time, not interested in sport's element of boyfriends story.
Until he gets in ring to fight Creed. Rocky the film, its true reflection about traffic of Boxers life.
Boxing scenes are quite an embarrassment. Training montages they are pretty good. Old movie `Square ring`, from 40`s which also accurate portrayal.
As a love story, which saw Tali Shire star, she was also Al Pacino's sister in Godfather. Italians again being imaged in Hollywood. She gives the character `Rocky` a loving gentle opportunity to reflect his maleness in way that moves away from the hardness projected in rest of the film.
As a man who does display courage, often clear in the ring scenes. Rocky Presented with an opportunity to prove himself. While another purpose creeps in, chance further remembers , resource those around him. Like Micky his trainer, Neighbours, along with friends like the Butcher.
Rocky cannot escape his surroundings nor image he holds in neighbourhood.
When Rocky tries to give advice to local 14 year old street girl , warning around drinking, more so hanging with corner street bums.
She rejects the advice telling him "to go screw himself".
Life is not like depicted in the movies...
LIFE its much harder than even Rocky Balboa projects.
I’m in the world but I still want the world.
I’m full of longing and can’t move,
enthralled in the garden. Having died
all the way back to the root, I grow again
into a version of the thing I love.
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