Rambo: Saving the Best for Last

By Cine-Brother

I went to see Rambo wondering what everyone else in America might be wondering: How can a sixty something year old man walk around pretending that he is 22 years old? Stallone, a man known for his muscles and white man ebonics, was becoming known for not knowing his own age. In his latest Rocky film, for example, Stallone pretends that there is still some chance that a man on his way to a retirement home can defeat Antonio Tarver. I thought he was smoking crack.

After seeing this film, I had to confess that the old sucker had me hitting the pipe right there in the movie theatre. Say no to drugs, but say yes to this movie.

Rambo gives you 150% of everything that Rambo films have given us in the past: lots of blood, guts, violence, killing and ass whooping galore. If you don't like violence, then you should probably see the movie in the next theatre over.

Yes, the concept might be simple, but the truth is that this simple concept has never been presented this way before. Taking place in Burma, Stallone plays a mildly insane, yet compassionate vet in solitude, who walks away from violence, rather than toward it. But of course, he is drawn into the violence and that is when you get to watch him kick some ass.

Truth is, Rambo was not a complicated film. The same formula, same stuff, same recipe. But damn it was awesome.

On a scale from one to live, I give Rambo a three and a half.