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Movie Review: RAMBO: LAST BLOOD

Go see this movie. Go. See. This. Movie.

You may recall that for a time there were plans for Rambo to face off against a half-human, half-animal genetic experiment run amok in the fifth film of the franchise. That plan was eventually scrapped in favor of the plot for this one, wherein Rambo is pitted against a Mexican drug cartel. I still have hope that we might see that first premise play out in theaters someday—Stallone is in hella good shape for a 70-year-old—but in the meantime the movie we got is damn near a Horror movie all on its own. It’s brutal and it’s straightforward; there are no twists or swerves; it’s almost fatalistic in its inevitability. It’s heartbreaking at times and as viscerally intense as anything you’ve ever seen onscreen. Rambo is a killing machine who once again must unleash his propensity for violence against the bad guys. Boy does he ever.

The PC wankers have tried to have a say in it, complaining that the movie makes Mexicans look bad. That’s utter nonsense. It makes *those particular* Mexicans look bad—you know, the human traffickers-slash-drug dealers-slash-rapists. And if anyone seriously believes there aren’t far too many people just like that, not just south of the border but everywhere, then that person really is living in a fool’s paradise. Such a person ought to educate him or herself. Not everything has to be political, and shame on those who try to make it so. Sometimes it truly is as simple as bad guys against good guys. It’s just that in this case, the good guy is also capable of atrocities. In fact he’s better at it.

I’d forgotten how much I loved this character when I was a kid. I hope we haven’t seen the last of him.


The Evil Cheezman • September 22, 2019


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