Now, I’m as interested as the next guy in seeing Sylvester Stallone take an ungodly beating. So the trailer for this year’s Rocky Balboa, pitting the aging southpaw against the current world champion for an exhibition bout, does have that going for it.


That’s for Stop or My Mom Will Shoot. That’s for Oscar. That’s for Tango & Cash. That’s for Frank Stallone…

But, c’mon — for serious? Sly just turned the big 6-0, fifteen more rings around the old tree than George Foreman had when he utterly stunned the world by grabbing back the World Heavyweight belt. Even though, true to the franchise, Rocky’s goal will surely be to “just hang in there” and “not get killed,” watching a near senior citizen get his clock cleaned with a sledgehammer in the inevitable fifteen-minute climax fight starts to verge on elder abuse.

Maybe Rocky Balboa will be perfectly pitched to Boomers and near-Boomers as a fable of exertion and heart defying the ravages of age. Our Commander-in-Chief, another slightly touched fitness nut, also just turned 60. Apparently, foolish women of a certain age go in for one last botox, while their male counterparts look around for one last war.