Rambo: more mumbo-jumbo

The latest in line of 80’s revival flicks has brought us Rambo, following hot on the heels of Rocky Balboa. Sly Stallone is at it again, only this time, someone ought to have told the Vietnam vet that it was one battle too many. I finally saw this film and the result of his latest and surely the last outing is one of the worst films to ever hit the screens.

Sporting a very shabby physique that makes him look grotesque and weird, the overly violent and generally dismal offering has left even the die hard Rambo fan like me scraping the barrel for a good thing to say about the movie.
I have to admit that there is something strangely warming about Sly on screen and if it wasn’t for the name on top of the poster, this hapless effort would not even make it on backwaters of the movie screens.

Anyway for those under 30 here’s a quick recap. Rambo begins with our hero living in Thailand from his last outing in Rambo III when he helped kick the Soviets from Afghanistan. Our hero is called to help escort a couple of Christian missionaries up the river into war-torn Burma but refuses to get involved.
So when the do-gooders are captured by local soldiers, Sly takes a trip down memory lane and assembles a team and embarks on a rescue mission that is unnecessarily stretched with mindless violence. Sporting his trademark bandana and utility belt holding a gigantic knife Sly is at it again and wont rest until the missionaries are safe and sound and tucked up in bed with their cocoas.
And so there begins the journey for all those thirty something’s who’s staple movie diet throughout the 80’s were the Rambo, Die Hard, Indian Jones and Rocky sequels. Sadly, the nostalgic journey is one too many and best confined to the times in which they belong, in the past.

Sly ought to hang up his bandana and admit that he has been able to make the most of his limited talent and that his ridiculous looking body has long passed his spec by date.