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Creed. Dir. Ryan Coogler

Michael B. Jordan (Adonis Johnson-Creed), Sylvester Stallone (Rocky Balboa), Tess      Thompson (Bianca), Phylicia Rashad (Mary Anne Creed)

MGM, 2015

It begins It begins in a modern-day Hell, a juvenile-detention center in Los Angeles that’s run with the terrorizing martial authority of a prison, and focuses on a modern victim of that broken system—young Adonis Johnson (Alex Henderson), an orphaned teen-ager in the center, who’s involved in a bloody and harrowing fistfight with another, bigger inmate. Badly beaten but still game, Adonis ends up in solitary, and in a way the movie is over before it starts: the terrifying future at hand is a life of confrontation with monstrously hostile or indifferent authority, a violent struggle to survive while bearing the stigmata of social exclusion. The nationwide crime of the cavalier incarceration of young black men is where the movie begins. Then an angel, a dea ex machina, arrives, in the person of Mary Anne Creed , Apollo Creed’s widow. She informs Adonis of his true heritage—Apollo, who died before Adonis’s birth, was his biological father—and Mary Anne adopts him. Suddenly, Adonis is plunged into luxury, raised in a mansion on a gated estate, and he makes the most of it. As an adult, he has a promising job at a bank, where he has just received a promotion—but his passion is boxing, which he pursues as an independent in a minor circuit in Tijuana, where he’s undefeated. Defying Mary Anne’s wishes (she has, of course, seen her husband die in the ring), Adonis quits his job and heads to Philadelphia, in the hope of being trained by his father’s nemesis and friend, Rocky Balboa. Throughout the movie—foremost, in the tentative first encounters of Adonis and Rocky—scenes that skirt the edge of cliché veer into new light through Coogler’s keen attention to emotional specifics richly endowed with the weight of the past. One of the strengths of his writing and direction—strengths that are greatly reinforced by the performances and the presences of Jordan and Stallone—is the ambivalent force of memory and heritage. From the start of their sentimental yet fraught connection, the director and the actors dramatize the equal likelihood of powerful experiences proving burdensome or energizing, of an enduring pain serving as motivation or as destruction. Here, Rocky is haunted by death. He’s alive but his soul is among the dead; he seems to have a foot poised over the open grave, and Stallone brings a terse distractedness to the role, a wisdom born of pain and a detachment born of masked grief. Adonis, of course, is his call back to life (“If I fight, you fight”), and in the process he also calls the older man back to his past—to his memories as well as to his connections, to his departed loved ones as well as to friends in the sport, from whom he had long cut himself off. In the process, Rocky, too , will have his own demons, of bitter memories and new physical struggles, to confront. When Adonis puts himself in his first professional ring, both him and Rocky will be put to the test and see how strong they really are.

“Creed” begins with a cry for justice, for a society that would rescue every young Adonis from isolation, poverty, and brutality in order to foster their strength and cultivate their incipient spark of genius and originality. It’s a movie about an exceptional young man who has the benefit of an exceptional past and turns it into an exceptional future—and it evokes the young people who are condemned to ordinary neglect, ordinary racism, ordinary incarceration, and who are all the more extraordinary in the force of their endurance. For this underlying theme, I recommend this film to everyone.