Gratuitous review of Rocky VI

From Pajiba:

Obviously, I won’t clue anyone in as to how the exhibition match turned out, except to say that, sadly, Rocky Balboa doesn’t suffer a brain aneurysm and die, which introduces an otherworldly fear that, potentially, this might not be the last we see of Rocky. But the film does have one saving grace: its almost poetic treatment of Philly. Sure, it’s a poem written by an illiterate, nine-year-old Mongoloid, but it’s still kind of sweet, in the same way that receiving a hand-painted drawing from a toddler for Christmas is. It’s a shame, however, that you can’t hang Rocky Balboa on the refrigerator and forget about it until Rambo IV comes along

Yips! from Robbo: OTOH, Gary the Ex-Donk loved it.

I take no sides for the simple reason that I must be the last living human being on the planet who has never seen a single, solitary Rocky movie. (Tips hat.)