Rambo
As soon I saw the posters, trailers and
commercials, I was excited to see Rambo because I
knew it had the
potential to be the worst movie in the history of movies. With Stallone
more pumped up than Barry Bonds, and an anything-but-stealthy internet
marketing campaign
featuring the most grisly scenes of violence I have ever witnessed
(Heads were exploding! On the internet!), Rambo
appeared to be a movie
so bad even Lindsay Lohan would be sitting around some bar breathing a
sigh of relief that she wasn’t in it. Rambo
doesn't disapppoint.
Set in the jungles of Thailand (I didn’t know they delivered
human growth hormone to the jungles of Thailand), along the border with
Burma (or
Myanmar, which ever you are supposed to call it), John Rambo (Sylvester
Stallone) tries to live out his life as quietly as possible, even as
his inner turmoil and haunting memories of what he has been through
make it difficult to sleep at night (but make for a trip down memory
lane for Rambo fans as we see highlights of the
other movies). A group
of missionaries lead by Michael (Paul Schulze) and his girlfriend,
Sarah (Julie Benz), ask Rambo to take them up river in his boat, so
they can provide medical needs and education to the poor people caught
in the middle of the Burmese Civil War (Yes, Rambo wants to escape
violence and war, but lives a quick boat trip away from the longest
running civil war in modern history).
Rambo knows they
shouldn’t go, but Sarah has the kind of pluck, pureness of
heart and all around hotness to convince the old war horse to help them
out (Give the guy a break. He has been alone in the jungle for about 20
years. Kathy Bates could flutter an eyelash his way and Rambo would be
revving up the boat to take her across the Pacific).
When the missionaries encounter danger, and their preacher, Arthur (Ken
“The
White Shadow” Howard), asks Rambo to help
again, is the animal within our hero ready to pounce?
Rambo is one of the most
grotesque,
gruesome and gory movies you will ever see. Cows are butchered in more
humane fashion, and, at least, they are tasty. What’s the
point of doing this to humans?
As director and writer (if only performance
enhancing drugs helped with your writing, directing and acting
skills), Stallone abandons any pretense of creating a
story, characters, or plot twists with anything resembling depth. The
entire movie is one long crescendo to the moment when Rambo starts to
take on the entire Burmese army and the audience is treated to an orgy
and celebration of violence featuring the villains getting decapitated,
limbs being severed, heads blowing up, people finding themselves
eviscerated into
two and more! It was so horrifying, I started having ‘Nam
flashbacks, and I wasn’t even born then! Can you get Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder from watching a movie?
Plus, you have to laugh at the simplistic, two dimensional portrayals
of each character and the whole scenario in general. Stallone want us
to know Rambo is a real man, so he keeps putting Rambo in scenes that
are just ridiculous, but supposedly macho.
Rambo is such a real man, he
captures snakes!
Rambo is a such a real man, he fishes with a bow and
arrow!
Rambo is such a real man, he pounds metal!
Even Chuck Norris is
supposed to quake in his boots a little bit.
Sadly, all of this gives
Stallone the Actor a chance to sway wildly between stiff as stone and
chewing the scenery, tossing away subtlety along with good taste and
sensibility.
Just when you think the acting is bad enough, Stallone the Writer fills
the movie with ridiculous platitudes like, “live for nothing
or die for something” and “this is what we
do”. This writing is thinner than Nicole Richie on the South
Beach Diet as he attempts to create slogans that will live on like some
of the classic lines from the first three movies because it’s
not about the story - it’s about what you can put on a
t-shirt. Then, Stallone the Director overdoes all of the background
music pounding us with a sweeping, swelling and soaring score that
never stops. It completes the utter assault on your eyes, ears and soul.
After watching Rambo, I feel like I need to rent Cinderella,
so I can feel clean again.
Rambo is rated R for
strong graphic bloody violence, sexual assaults, grisly images and
language.
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