Saturday, 19 February 2011

Review: Rambo

Get in, get out, no messing around.


As the rather contrived title of my review suggests, this film is rather like the mission which it portrays. It exists to serve one purpose: Deliver a level of (literally) visceral action we have not seen in 20 years.

There has rarely been a vessel better suited to this type of endeavour than Stallone as Rambo. Rambo has become the movies' definitive man of action over words. The history of the character (and of the actor playing him) imbue the entire film with the sense that once that low activation energy has been reached, a chain reaction is set in motion which cannot be stopped. Put a bee in Rambo's bonnet, and he doesn't so much shake it out as eat the fucking hat, bug and all.


Do not go in expecting a parable for modern American foreign policy, or any astute political observations on the Burmese situation. Do not expect award-worthy performances or dialogue. This film is here to punt your balls into your throat, and it does so with no mercy and no remorse.


The only reason it doesn't get 5 stars is because it's too damn short.

1 comment:

  1. Okay, so I may have been a little over-adrenalised when I wrote this, and Rambo simply doesn't hold up to repeat viewings in any way, shape or form.

    Nonetheless, for sheer visceral response, the first time I saw this on the big screen is an experience that I can seldom remember matching.

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