Rocky is pretty much the worst movie in the world. Nothing has ever been more bogus. Never has the American Dream looked a more monstrous charade.
I'm also disgusted by how Apollo Creed is made into this decadent and corrupt anti american. Having him pervert the mantle of Washington and Uncle Sam and be smart and handsome and care about his hair reminds me of the black carpet baggers in Gone With the Wind. It's part of a racist tradition of claiming America for the white man.
And the stuff with women! The beginning, with Rocky as Saint Francis of Assisi is fucking intolerable. And the speech to the 12 year old about being a whore! And the textbook sexual assault in his apartment! This movie is fucked up!
I've been thinking a lot about boxing lately, and one thing that stands out to me as proof that it's kind of the worst thing in the world is the idea of taking a punch. It's the most sickening valorization. Maybe this is just something in popular culture, but the jab's associated with this ignobility. The real man in the ring throws gigantic punches and gets his nose broken 300 times and Alzheimer's when he's 40. It's a savage and hideous thing.
I really wish Rocky had run more with Butkus the dog, nothing would undermine the idiotic achievements of Rocky's workout routine than the impatient panting of a dog alongside him, tireless and oblivious. You can have the biggest, smelliest most sexually aggressive muscles in the world, but you still can't outrun your ugly-ass dog.
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