Seventeen years later and this meathead continues to have a cultural impact on our society. Written, directed and starring, Sylvester Stallone is back without Adrian (she’s died) and so has his career, though the locals in his small town of Philly – where he now owns a restaurant – seem to remember the good ole days of the prize fighter. And so the lovable, dopey, underdog, decides its time to get back in shape. When he starts running up those steps of the museum and punching slabs of beef, we know he’s headed for the ring. While his son (Milo Ventimigilia, developed in previous Rocky’s) is not interested in his father, his brother-in-law Pauly (Burt Young) delivers some support and some funny lines. The movie is clunky, it’s preachy and it’s sentimental. Rocky’s fighting tag line is ‘it ain’t over til I say it’s over’ well, say it’s over, already. Puh-leez. Two tiaras
