Why I’m Sick To Death of Sly Stallone
January 28, 2008
As a writer and a movie-lover, I’ve long admired Sylvester Stallone’s brilliant early effort as the writer, star, and visionary behind the first Rocky movie.
Back then, a still-poor Stallone famously held out against studio offers that would have cast a more well-known actor as the lead while lining his pockets with a huge payday. In the end, he got to make the movie he wanted; the result is a moody, realistic, and inspirational film.
In the decades since, Stallone has unapologetically rested on the laurels of his bold, early success. There was one scene, I admit, in the latest installment of Rocky that got to me. But that moment came well before the old fighter stepped into the ring and took his shirt off, where he quickly made Mark McGuire and Barry Bonds look like steroids taste-testers. Continue reading Why I’m Sick To Death of Sly Stallone
