This is a hard plot to swallow. If we look back at Part II there were
fellow POWs to save, then in Part III friend/mentor Colonel Trautman
needed help and now…a group of young folks he met the day before? Having no real connection to the captives is
odd. This turns the guy into a full-fledged
superhero who will be there for (basically white) people when they need him. And having a pastor organize the rescue
mission seems to fly in the face of the reason for sending the missionaries in
to begin with. He has to know full well
that he’s hiring unscrupulous guns to murder the captors. What the fuck?
There’s a religious element to this one that the series
hasn’t had before. An attempt is made to
give the titular character some depth by debating faith in humanity and doing
the right thing and contemplating if the world can/will change and if that’s
worth fighting for and etc. It’s
actually not that poorly done so I’ll give some credit for laying out a
greatest hits argument for might vs humanitarianism to heal the world. Of course the movie definitively says
spilling tons of blood is the real answer.
The looks on the faces of the survivors and Rambo’s at the end settles
that dispute.
Speaking of the violence holy shit is it sky high. The blood, gore and graphic nature of the
combat is way more than in any of the other films. With all the closeups, quick cuts, shaky cam
and CGI blood splatters they did manage to make you feel like you’re in the
middle of the action. It’s a lot to take
in and it’s a bit overwhelming.
This one’s sorta miserable to sit through. It’s not The Nightingale miserable
where you wonder if a movie can ever make you feel happy again but it’s not
very enjoyable all the same. I think
that was partially Stallone’s intent though.
He wanted to highlight the atrocities going on in Burma by not shying
away from some of the most horrific elements.
At least Parts II and III are kinda cartoony where you can
brush off a bunch of the zanier shit with a chuckle. This is totally different. Rape, child murder, torture, mutilation and
mass killings are centerstage and in your fuckn’ face. The body count is upped again to a colossal
247. That’s over a hundred more than the
previous picture.
I don’t entirely get why John Rambo has been so popular over
the years. I mean he’s pure testosterone
so I understand a lot of dudes get off on seeing a jacked up no nonsense
motherfucker butcher unequivocally vile foes.
But the sequels are thoughtless and even uncomfortable at times. He’s a depressing person who doesn’t make me
feel good to see him kick ass. I’m sad
that he’s so sad and he knows he’s incredible at warfare but basically a
failure at everything else.
Rambo is probably the worst of the bunch so far. I remember liking it a good deal more when it
came out but it rubs me the wrong way these days.
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