Rocky with the Kids

     My mother grew up in Philadelphia.  In the crappy section.  As a child when we would visit my grandmother I would be nervous...and I was raised in the Bronx so you can only imagine how bad it seemed to a little girl.  She moved out of the city when she started a different life in NY and married my father and had me.  I was born in '72.  Rocky came out in '76.  It was still fresh.
     So my parents took a four year old to see it in the theater which was actually one of the better movie choices they made.  (If you have read the earlier post on The Exorcist  then you understand.) I remember parts of the movie and I remember my mother crying.  She missed her city with its dirt and heavy accent because it was her home.  I don't know if I have actually watched the entire movie since then.  I love when the little local cinema shows another film in its revival series because not only are some new to me....but some are new to me the second time around.  I remembered a movie about a fighter from the wrong part of town.  I hadn't remembered so much of the spirit of the movie and surely didn't get the romantic sweetness as a little girl.  It was probably one of the most sincere and touching films I've ever seen in so many ways.  My kids loved it as well.  Rocky, ya still got it!