Apollo Creed (played by Carl Weathers) gives unknown Rocky the chance to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship. Rocky Balboa is played by Sylvester Stallone. This is a life enhancing movie of how an underachiever's luck can change in a lottery styling.

"This movie contains moments of raw egg eating horror - run for the toilet!"

"All the fun of waking up to go for a run at 4 am, coupled with the delicious blues and early morning lights of a modern city, but with none of the grunting and getting out-of-breath-ed-ness that activity usually implies."

"This movie is for anyone who has ever had a shot at the big time and gone for it. For everyone else, this is how it might have been..."

Rocky loses on a split points decision after continual plot devices suggests he might, just might, with one more sweaty grunt, do it... Here's to Rocky 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.... etc.

A consummate endeavor of young washed up punkdom pinging back off the veritable ropes of Boxy-underachievment. A triumph of winning life's lottery of punchtitude.

Whilst the whole premise of an unknown like Rocky being thrust into the spotlight is totally, completely, and utterly preposterous, once that concept is accepted it is a wonderful fable of self betterment, not exactly a case of grabbing at that dream, but one of trying not to muck it all up once it has been so luckily presented to him.

OK he worked hard and it is all very nice for him, but essentially this movie is about a man who wins the lottery but goes jogging a lot more and all for a purse of $150,000, presumably a princely sum for a down beat low down back street guy who can't even talk proper.

A great movie, if a little gritty, and at least he doesn't win at the end which is a relief.

A painfully young Stallone gives a great performance. Every emotion is covered to budget and on time. Of course, this movie went on to spawn loads of sequels of basically the same story with a few twists, but at the time the movie struck a popular cord in the consciousness of a nation.