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Turning 80, Sylvester Stallone releases his new memoir, The Steps, which chronicles his eight-year journey to writing and starring in Rocky. The book explores his struggles, early life in 1970s New York, and strained family relationships, while coinciding with the upcoming film I Play Rocky.
Sylvester Stallone turned 80 years old in the summer and it would appear the prospect of being an octogenarian has inspired reflection. New memoir The Steps opens in the Pyrenees in 1969, where Stallone began an eight-year odyssey that culminated with the 1977 Academy Awards and his breakthrough movie Rocky, which he wrote and starred in, winning best picture .
Much the same terrain will be charted in the forthcoming I Play Rocky, a movie Stallone is not involved in but has given his approval to. The title of the book refers to those 72 steps in Philadelphia that Rocky so famously ascended. It’s funny that Stallone would name his memoir after what’s perhaps the most replayed sequence of his career – it’s like if Billy Ray Cyrus called his autobiography Achy Breaky Heart.
But in just one of the book’s well-worn analogies, Stallone sees the steps as representative of struggle.
“They were a symbol of all the times I had failed to make it to the next level in my life,” he writes. Stallone pitched up in New York with a dollar and a dream of becoming an actor. Slim chance when you’re the antithesis of what the discipline values. Forceps used during his birth crushed a nerve that partially paralysed Stallone’s face, causing his famous slur that ought to have ended any dreams of being a thespian.
There’s a lesson in the book’s blood about not judging people on the superficial. The writing is clipped and unfussy, which is fine – a Stallone memoir should move with the rock-‘em-sock-‘em rhythm of his best flicks.
“Acting is such a friggin’ crapshoot,” he declares. Stallone does effectively convey the grimy depths of 1970s New York. And The Steps is deftly structured, with smooth flashbacks to Stallone’s childhood. His strained relationship with his parents, one of the book’s chief themes, bleeds with pain.
There are fascinating insights into Stallone’s cinematic values. As a screenwriter, he believes dialogue should be economical, which is reflected in his recollections of real-life conversations. Some revelations are perhaps accidental: when he describes being punished in a school for troubled teens by being forced to haul cut logs up a hill, I recalled a training montage in Rocky IV. But Stallone is disappointingly sparse in other areas.
His first wife Sasha, by his side through the hardship, is an interesting character who never comes into focus. And so Stallone struggles to consistently turn his fascinating story into anything beyond another yarn about believing in oneself.
“I may strike out, but at least I went down swinging,” he writes, labouring on yet another tired analogy. Who needs that when he already perfected these themes with Rocky itself? Dean Van Nguyen is a freelance writer
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