Time Out says
‘When you’re pushed, killing’s as easy as breathing,’ mumbles John Rambo (Stallone), that Great Redwood of an action hero with the greased mullet and soiled head-band who has lived by a strict code of Reaganisms for nigh-on thirty years. The fact that ‘Rambo’ contains a record-beating 236 on-screen kills suggests that breathing is actually a complex quadratic equation in comparison.
We join our hero in the jungle. He’s quietly tip-toeing through the brush and foraging away. Could it be that America’s foremost patriotic killing machine has decided to hang up his machete and embrace the life of an eco-warrior? Not likely: he spends his days gathering poisonous snakes to spice up local tough-man competitions.
His ‘work’ is interrupted by a group of sappy charity workers wanting to be taken down-river into a Burmese war zone so they can distribute aid to villagers who are being massacred by a tear-away military faction. It doesn’t take much imagination to guess what happens…Workmanlike in every aspect, it thrives ( and partly succeeds) on its dismissal of postmodern detachment.
That ‘Rambo’ opens on real footage of atrocities in Burma is a false start, as this film has no connection to reality and nothing to say about the current political climate. This is 90 minutes of violence. No more, no less.
Cast and crew
Jake La Botz
Maung Maung Khin