It's no secret that I found
Rocky the Musical to be an ultra-mediocrity, the kind of inspiration-free desperate grab to milk more cash out of an existing product that I truly loathe. This was no adaptation - it was taking the screenplay as was, adding third-tier redundant songs, and throwing it on stage, masking the emptiness with sequins, projections, video screens, and a theatrical gimmick along the lines of a chandelier or helicopter - the kind of gimmick that matters more than the actual show to the mouth-breathing, mind-numbed tourists filling the theatre. Anything actually interesting in the movie was actually ironed out into a flat, easy to digest wafer of bland familiarity.
In spite of all that, I wish everyone concerned good luck in finding a better next job.
About the nose song - in theory (apart from the context of this particular story), the idea of this song isn't bad - a fighter cataloging his debits and credits. But Rocky is an inarticulate character, as Hackasaurus_Rex pointed out. So is Adrian. Their silence in the movie is worlds more profound than any trite rhymes Lynn Ahrens can bring up (“
I got ten sore knuckles and a ringin’ ear. / I got a bruise over here and here and…over here”). Their characters are actually diminished, not expanded, by adding words.
Updated On: 7/16/14 at 08:35 AM