AGEISM: It's discrimination or prejudice against someone because of their age. AND IT'S WRONG. Unless of course, that old person is doing something they shouldn't be doing... like hanging around high schools, generously using the phrase "Let's make sexy time," and driving. However, I do believe that old people can still make movies, no matter how creaky they are. Director Robert Altman, for example, made films up to his dying day at 81 years old. They weren't any good, and people didn't like them, but still. He had the RIGHT to make those crappy films.

On the other hand, Sylvester Stallone should NOT have made Rocky Balboa—the sixth, and hopefully final, installment in the Rocky franchise. See, it's okay to make an awful movie at 81, because awful movies are expected from people that age. We're also happy that Grampy is working and not sucking Social Security dry. But making an awful movie when you're only 60 years old? Unacceptable.

In this inept and highly unnecessary finale, Rocky is a small restaurant owner, still moaning over the death of his wife (ADRIAAAAAAN!). Estranged from his businessman son, he decides to teach the whippersnapper a lesson in following one's dreams by fighting the current heavyweight champion in an exhibition match?!? To the movie's credit, Sly does everything he can to make this ridiculously asinine plotline believable—and yet? He doesn't come anywhere close.

Action fans will bemoan the fact that the first hour and 10 minutes are filled with a bunch of mumbling sissy-talk, and that even the big fight itself is strangely bloodless and underwhelming. I suppose the moral of Rocky Balboa is "You're never too old to follow your dreams," to which I'd add, "as long as you don't plan on taking the car."