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I've been living a lie. All of these entries I keep writing about movies, all the news and reviews, they're all a sham. I'm not a proper film fan, for two unavoidable reasons: I've never seen The Godfather and I haven't seen Rocky.

Thankfully our culture is riddled with the elements of cultural osmosis. I've seen enough parodies, references and sundry derivatives to have an idea of what these icons represent to the people who have got up off their asses (or in the case of iconic films, I guess got down on their asses) and watched them. This is what I have gleaned about Rocky:

A flawed protagonist with a simple life and simple ideals, driven by a deep desire and his true love for another, trains, prepares, and puts his heart and soul into a fight. He does his absolute best. And by the end, it doesn't matter if the judges say he won or lost the fight, because that's not what it's about. It's about being all you can be, whatever that is. It's about being proud to be who you are. And it's about the crowd, both in the movie watching the fight and in the cinema watching the film, knowing that they're watching someone special.

At least, that's what I think Rocky is about. It's what Rocky Balboa is about.

I'm reserved about saying this so early, but potentially film of the year for me.

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