Philly Nostalgia - A Night Out With Rocky
Sybir and I decided that we had to go to the movies. We simply haven't gone but once since Pup blessed our lives with his presence, so we got a new babysitter, explained it to him a week ago and off we went. The plan was just to see something that had some buzz, suspend disbelief for two hours, and just enjoy the night out.
We hit our local Hard Times (try the Inferno Chicken Samich, btw) and ran into Division guitarist Mike Blevins and his lovely wife Malena and their cool chicklet daughter. That makes four or five nights a week Mike and I have seen each other in the past three weeks...ugh.
Anyway, we decided on Eragon, but when we hit the theaters...no such luck. Sold Out. So we went with plan B....Rocky Balboa.
I know Sybir liked the film. She's a big big fan of the original. I really enjoyed it. Being a Philly kid, there was enough nostalgia in the flick that I spent half of it remembering my own childhood in the City of Brotherly Love. The casting was perfect; both Marie and Robert could come right from the Irish side of my family. Paulie is Paulie, and there are some great flashback shots. What's a Rocky flick without a little Mick, right?
Anyway, it was better than expected; no self-congratulatory Hollywood crap a la Ocean's Twelve, and no overblown effects or supernatural junk. It was much simpler and more personable than the Rocky franchise got with the third, fourth and fifth movies. Stallone portrays (and writes) Rocky as the same awkward hero he was when he first hit the screen in the 70's. I'd recommend it.
That's it for now. Off to play a little Drunken City of Soft Core Heroes. Ok, it's really City of Heroes, but the characters can't be ugly and by midnight on a Friday 80% of the player base is hammered. Should be fun. Go Bolts!
One Love!
nK
We hit our local Hard Times (try the Inferno Chicken Samich, btw) and ran into Division guitarist Mike Blevins and his lovely wife Malena and their cool chicklet daughter. That makes four or five nights a week Mike and I have seen each other in the past three weeks...ugh.
Anyway, we decided on Eragon, but when we hit the theaters...no such luck. Sold Out. So we went with plan B....Rocky Balboa.
I know Sybir liked the film. She's a big big fan of the original. I really enjoyed it. Being a Philly kid, there was enough nostalgia in the flick that I spent half of it remembering my own childhood in the City of Brotherly Love. The casting was perfect; both Marie and Robert could come right from the Irish side of my family. Paulie is Paulie, and there are some great flashback shots. What's a Rocky flick without a little Mick, right?
Anyway, it was better than expected; no self-congratulatory Hollywood crap a la Ocean's Twelve, and no overblown effects or supernatural junk. It was much simpler and more personable than the Rocky franchise got with the third, fourth and fifth movies. Stallone portrays (and writes) Rocky as the same awkward hero he was when he first hit the screen in the 70's. I'd recommend it.
That's it for now. Off to play a little Drunken City of Soft Core Heroes. Ok, it's really City of Heroes, but the characters can't be ugly and by midnight on a Friday 80% of the player base is hammered. Should be fun. Go Bolts!
One Love!
nK
