When I first heard that Rambo was coming out I thought that it was being re-released in theatres because Sylvester Stallone spent all his money on steroids. I only found out it was a new movie like three weeks ago. I swear. I thought this was the worst idea for a movie since, well, Rocky Balboa. But then somewhere between not realizing this was an actual new movie and this movie being released, I decided that it would be a good idea to go see it.
I was wrong.
It was a great idea. This movie was exactly what I expected it to be. An hour and a half of Rambo running through the jungle, taking out entire armies by himself, stuff blowing up, body parts flying, blood, gore, and bullets. There was also like a six or seven minute stretch that could possibly be the best acting of Stallone’s career. He didn’t speak. He drove a boat up a river and didn’t say a word. It was perfect.
Rambo is entertaining enough to go see, but I wouldn’t waste a weekend night on it. Not unless you are the type of guy that can’t get a girl to have sex with you.