A truck driver fights for the custody of his estranged son by competing in an arm-wrestling tournament in Las Vegas. With songs by Giorgio Moroder, writer of the songs from Top Gun. This seems ridiculous, and it is, but despite the movie largely living up to its name in the presentation, the unabashed sentimentality somehow holds the whole thing together.

Not to mention there is an ARM-WRESTLING TOURNAMENT. Clearly inspired by Rocky, the presentation here holds up to that pedigree by utilizing a pseudo-documentary style that manages to take megastar Stallone and make him seem like a lowly competitor among monstrous arm-wrestling challengers.

Perhaps it seems like I'm damning this with faint praise, but this remains one of my favorite movies, ever. Some things you just have to watch to understand.