.....with my sweet wife.
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We both enjoyed it and agreed it was exactly what the preview and the buzz had promised.
However, I caution you that it may not be for a casual fan of Sylvester Stallone’s already well-documented military misfit.
Rambo realists will appreciate and savor it best and the theater I saw it in was full of such enthusiastic folks.
Because this film is as violent throughout almost its entire length as were the most violent parts of “Saving Pvt. Ryan.”
And there’s not much down time, once it gets going.
If you enjoyed Mel Gibson’s “Apocalypto,” you may be in the target audience for this more modern (if you think mainly of the weapons and not so much of the motives) tale about having to fight for your right to party or to just go about doing what you consider to be your own business.
The mayhem here is non-discriminatory.
Numerous limbs are blown off, arrows pierce bodies and heads, several disembowelments occur and blasts vaporize people into bloody mists interspersed with flying chunks of flesh.
Mass destruction of innocent jungle villagers, by pillaging, raping, torturing sadistic solders led by a particularly dislikeable tyrant, is detailed.
Explosions of all sizes, bullets of every caliber, various sharp weapons and river gunboats do their worst.
Mercenaries and native rebels battle Burmese Army bad guys, in a rumble in the jungle with John Rambo taking his place at the top of the food chain, while trying to rescue human rights workers and medical aid missionaries in Burma, now officially the Union of Myanmar.
Realistic, intense, action packed and sanguine, this movie had the audience I was in wincing, wowing, clapping and cheering, greatly entertained by the graphic exploits of the legendary John Rambo.
In this movie, his everyday life involved catching cobras and pythons to sell.
But his real expertise is, of course, kicking the doomed asses of those who become his enemies.
This action/adventure flick certainly shows that vividly, constantly and thoroughly.
My dear wife now admits she only watched about a third of the gore, but I dug it bunches
The Link
We both enjoyed it and agreed it was exactly what the preview and the buzz had promised.
However, I caution you that it may not be for a casual fan of Sylvester Stallone’s already well-documented military misfit.
Rambo realists will appreciate and savor it best and the theater I saw it in was full of such enthusiastic folks.
Because this film is as violent throughout almost its entire length as were the most violent parts of “Saving Pvt. Ryan.”
And there’s not much down time, once it gets going.
If you enjoyed Mel Gibson’s “Apocalypto,” you may be in the target audience for this more modern (if you think mainly of the weapons and not so much of the motives) tale about having to fight for your right to party or to just go about doing what you consider to be your own business.
The mayhem here is non-discriminatory.
Numerous limbs are blown off, arrows pierce bodies and heads, several disembowelments occur and blasts vaporize people into bloody mists interspersed with flying chunks of flesh.
Mass destruction of innocent jungle villagers, by pillaging, raping, torturing sadistic solders led by a particularly dislikeable tyrant, is detailed.
Explosions of all sizes, bullets of every caliber, various sharp weapons and river gunboats do their worst.
Mercenaries and native rebels battle Burmese Army bad guys, in a rumble in the jungle with John Rambo taking his place at the top of the food chain, while trying to rescue human rights workers and medical aid missionaries in Burma, now officially the Union of Myanmar.
Realistic, intense, action packed and sanguine, this movie had the audience I was in wincing, wowing, clapping and cheering, greatly entertained by the graphic exploits of the legendary John Rambo.
In this movie, his everyday life involved catching cobras and pythons to sell.
But his real expertise is, of course, kicking the doomed asses of those who become his enemies.
This action/adventure flick certainly shows that vividly, constantly and thoroughly.
My dear wife now admits she only watched about a third of the gore, but I dug it bunches
