What an odd, sweet, surprising little movie this is. It's not really a boxing movie; it's a slice-of-life about a simple guy who happens to box a guy at the end. Most of the film we just follow Rocky around his days as he sees friends, walks the neighborhood, chats up a girl, talks to his boss. Normal stuff from a normal guy (until it's not). It should be boring but somehow it's quite endearing. I give it a solid B.
I'm perfectly comfy both with having never seen this and having zero desire to do anything about it. The irradiated cultural fallout of its influence proves its insipidity. Is there such a thing as a training montage that /doesn't/ involving shadowboxing while running up municipal building steps in sweatpants, post-Avildsen? I like drooling, lobotomized blockbusters as much as the next guy, but this reeks of L.C.D.