Rocky

In a sports-and-movie dream as improbable as anything on Kevin Costner’s field, a little-known actor with a funny name (Sylvester?) wrote a script for himself and eventually sold it. Rocky Balboa, a Philadelphia club fighter, is cut in the proletarian movie mold: big, slow, inarticulate, giant-hearted — not a raging bull but a hungry puppy, less Jake LaMotta than a Rodney Dangerfield of the ring, just wanting a little respect. Made for little, Rocky made a lot, winning the 1977 Academy Award for Best Picture while earning Sylvester Stallone an Oscar nomination for the screenplay and spawning five sequels of increasing scope and silliness.
The original film has its charms, not least its embrace of boxing-movie clichés — the grizzled trainer (Burgess Meredith), the shy, sallow girlfriend (Talia Shire), the unbeatable champ Apollo Creed (Carl Weathers, briefly a running back for the Oakland Raiders) — as if they were newly minted revelations. Even the famous jog up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art to Bill Conti’s heroic score has an endearing quality, stranded as it is between grandeur and pomposity. But the film’s true distinguishing mark, which might not even require a spoiler alert, is that when Rocky gets to the big fight, he loses it. The pug’s triumph is that he went the distance with the champ. By recognizing that endurance against all odds is its own heroism, Rocky became more than a contender. It made the movie a winner.
Shaolin Soccer

Stephen Chow is the sad clown of Hong Kong movies. Over a quarter-century career as one of the colony’s top stars, he would endure any mayhem — or, more often, instigate it — with no comment but a deadpan closeup. Chow’s verbal shtick, a kind of nonsense Cantonese, kept him from extending his local renown to the international audience until he made this smart comedy about a sport played around the world and found fans to match. His inspiration was to do a soccer movie with fantastic martial-arts spectacle. For American sports fans who find only minimal pleasure in watching men run up and down a field or crumple to the ground and feign injury, all with precious little scoring, Shaolin Soccer — which Chow also directed and co-wrote — is the game’s antidote and apotheosis.
Sing (Chow), a street cleaner, recruits seven soccer players from his old monastery to battle his rival’s Team Evil. They play an airborne, Quidditch-like game, torpedoing high in the sky to catch the ball and returning to earth only to score a goal, in sensational action scenes choreographed by the great Ching Siu-tung, of Peking Opera Blues and Hero fame. Along the way, Sing befriends Mui (the criminally cute Vicki Zhao Wei), a shy baker with an extravagant case of eczema who shaves her head, pulls some nifty kung fu moves and wins the match, the guy and, in the film’s last scene, the cover of TIME. For a sequel, the star, his leading lady and the mad monks should have visited Keira Knightley’s all-girl soccer team in London. Instead of bending the ball like Beckham, they could have crushed it like Chow.
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- The Damned United
- Downhill Racer
- Eight Men Out
- Field of Dreams
- Hoop Dreams
- Hoosiers
- The Hustler
- The Freshman
- Lagaan
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- Shaolin Soccer
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- When We Were Kings

























