The Italian Stallion with
the Spanish surname

Among the anniversaries to be celebrated this year will be Rocky, the Hollywood blockbuster from 1976 that was top grosser of the year.  Italian Americans were on a roll that decade.  The Godfather premiered in 1972, Godfather II in 1974.  All three movies exploited our stereotypes with abandon, but their “deeper” message was about making it in America against the odds.

Unlike Don Corleone, Rocky Balboa made it legally by sheer force of will.  His fictional self-discipline and victories in the ring mirrored the real-life stories of Rocky Marciano, Rocky Graziano, and a host of Italian American boxers that included Jake LaMotta, Carmine Basilio, Willie Pep (née, Guglielmo Papaleo) and later Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini. 

I went to see Rocky when it first came out.  It made me proud; I’ll admit.  It was a seductive rags-to-riches tale, as I was 29-years-old and struggling with a career in a multi-ethnic field, easily hit the right notes.  Bill Conti’s driving score (“Gonna Fly Now”) clinched the excitement and the fight scene added a racial component that raised a darker reality.  (This was the time of unsettling Italo-Black relations.  It was a time when many still dreamed of a “White hope” in the ring; and Italian Americans still had that reputation from the 1950s.)

Just before the 70s, Italic people had a champ in Italian boxer Nino Benvenuti who held the middleweight title during his ten-year career (1961-1971) with a record of 82 wins in 90 bouts, 35 by knockout.  So, the material was still there for a fictional Italian hero.

Nino Benvenuti

The man who created Rocky Balboa and played the part was Sylvester Stallone. According to Wikipedia, his mother was Jacqueline Labofish of Celtic French and Ukrainian Jewish ancestry.  His father Francesco was an Italian immigrant from the region of Puglia who moved to the U.S. in the 1930s.  Like most paesani, Stallone was “Italian” by osmosis, carrying an Italian surname and absorbing bits and pieces of heritage from family, the street, and the media. 

He freely admits his first acting goal was to play a goombah extra in The Godfather, but he didn’t have the heft or street look of a Clemenza or Luca Brasi.  No problem.  He made his Rocky character a mob debt collector in south Philly.   However, his naming the character after Spanish explorer Vasco Núñez de Balboa—which he actually took from a street sign in Los Angeles—again demonstrated his shallow knowledge of heritage.

Many years later in 2016 when asked on a British talk show why he turned down the role of Han Solo in the first Star Wars, Stallone answered that it wasn’t a good fit; there’s something wrong with Italians (i.e. Stallone) in a space movie: “What are they gonna do, deliver pizzas?” Such is the proud Italian who pumped up our spirits in 1976.

The Italian Dragon
with his tricolor gloves

Speaking of British, another real “Rocky” surfaced in Wales two decades later.  Born Joseph William Calzaghe (kal-ZA-gee) in 1972, he was the son of Italo-Welchman Enzo and a Welch mother.  At age 11, Joseph suffered verbal abuse at school from which, he says, he never recovered.  Amateur boxing was a form of release as he grew up.  Professionally, his career covered both the super-middleweight and light-heavyweight classes, retiring in 2009 with a stellar record of 46 wins and zero losses.  Calzaghe ranked as one of the greatest European boxers of all time.  His nicknames were “The Pride of Wales” and “The Italian Dragon.”

As you see, the fictional Rocky wasn’t a stretch of the imagination.  Like the gladiators in our distant past, the Italic people still carry the gene for pugilism and sports in general.  Hollywood will always find a way to “dramatize” that talent with varying results affecting our public image.  The Rocky series can be considered a net positive and the Balboa moniker “The Italian Stallion” a lot more endearing than say “the godfather.”

But the 1970s weren’t finished with us.  Rocky was soon followed by another blockbuster about us: Saturday Night Fever in 1977.  Not only could we organize crime and rule the boxing ring, but now we could tear up the dance floor as well. –JLM