I really can't believe all the rave reviews this film has received, given that it's little more than a shameless vanity project trying to revive Stallone's glory days and not even doing a very good job of it. Yes, we all loved Rocky in the first film, and we loved him in the second film, but when we lost Mick in #3 and had to watch Rocky basically box for revenge in #4, something was lost along the way, and we started to forget how good the original was. This latest, pointless sequel will not help us remember that.
The story - what little there is - goes something like this: 60 year old Rocky (Stallone) has lost his beloved wife Adrian (Talia Shire) to cancer, and his son (now played by Milo Ventimigula of "Gilmore Girls" and "Heroes" instead of Stallone's real life son, who was busy) won't talk to him because he's embarrassed at being stuck in his father's shadow, so Rock really only has Adrian's obnoxious brother Paulie (Burt Young) to keep him company. With his boxing days seemingly behind him, Rocky now runs his own restaurant, named in honor of his late wife, where he charms the customers with stories of his prime and seems to still be genuinely well liked by the good people of Philadelphia, who regard him as a personal hero. Later, he runs into a grown up version of Marie (the girl who said "screw you" to Rock in the first film when he tried to give her life advice), who is now a single mom, and they develop an almost borderline romantic bond, despite the fact that Rocky is old enough to be her father. After that, a cartoon character of a hot tempered boxer, Mason "The Line" Dixon, and his management, and they create this big hoopla about which boxer of yore would have been a great match up for MD, and that turns out to be none other than Rocky, leading to promotions for "Age Against The Rage". Conveniently for them, Rocky once again gets that itch for "one last fight..." just to prove he can still go the distance. YAWN.
What could have been a compelling and heart felt look at how a former champion moves on with his life when his glory days are gone turns into just another lame, ham fisted excuse to put Rocky in the ring. And while I admit it's impressive Stallone's in such great shape at his age, there's no way a 60+ year old man could duke it out with a boxer half his age.
I can only hope that this truly is the last we see of Rocky Balboa, and that everyone from Stallone to the studios will FINALLY let this poor boxing lug rest in peace and let audiences, and cinema in general, move on.