Author: Ian D.

I’m not sure what it says about the state of modern boxing that Rocky Balboa is still the most famous American fighter and he’s not real. The Italian Stallion is of course Sylvester Stallone – a man with 6-movies under his belt, a statue in Philadelphia and a myth as big as his ego. It’s incredible that after all these years there is still something left in the Rocky well in 2015.

At this point Seth Rogen is a known commodity. Sure, he’s branching out into Oscar territory (he’s great in Steve Jobs) but almost annually he seems to return to his comedic well. And for me, that well is by no means dry.

On the surface Brooklyn may look like a bore. A slog through glossy 1950’s New York complete with the costumes that get you noticed come Oscar time but none of the substance that springs eternal. It has elements of awards-bait, prestige filmmaking that we see every year and is dismissed almost as quickly as it’s introduced.

I can’t simply look at the newest iteration in the Bond cannon – Spectre – and pronounce the franchise dead. Too often the man in the impeccably tailored suit has proved that notion wrong, rebooting after a 5-10 year passage of time with a new actor and new possibilities.

At this point in the cultural lexicon Steve Jobs is an ethereal figure. He’s held in high regard by nearly every person that has wielded one of his mighty devices and by the stock holders that have reaped the benefits. His name is synonymous with success.