Sly

The articulate man behind Rambo and Rocky still suffers the wound of his father's abuse. Yet he has beaten that wound by having a fabulous career. This documentary just made me want to give Stallone a hug and tell him -'life is STILL GOOD, Stop and smell the roses!' In a capacity the dogged sadness about his failures seems theatrical too. Is he acting through his own biopic? Probably. I wanna send him to go watch Nyad, another flick on Netflix that talks to how life is really NOT over for people on their later years. It feels like the 'antidote' to Stallone moping. Where is his therapist? I love Sly but depression present here is just a disservice to his contributions.