Ahhhh, finally here, and everything I could have wanted. Caught the first showing on 9/19/19, eager to see one of my many idols murder countless henchmen. And he most certainly does.
I didn't come in hesitantly to visit my old friend, but I had a niggling assumption in the back of my mind that this wouldn't necessarily disappoint, but wouldn't be up to snuff with Rambo from 2008; it would simply just be okay, closing the final chapter on the beloved hero.
But huzzah! All assumptions eradicated, my body sweating in the faux leather theater seats from stifling my squeals as John Rambo shoots off heads with shotguns, breaks bones with his fingers, and unloads half a clip into what is already a corpse stuck in a spike trap.
Cold, brutal dialogue and a sleazy plot that culminates into an action-packed set-piece finale catapult this into classic action fare. Many modern film-goers have already began to fart out nonsense regarding the plot without understanding the element of action, the art of action. Those that question how someone never reloads, how bullets don't pierce objects someone is hiding behind, why all these doves are flying around, will simply never get it; yet for some reason never question other fantastical fare like the infinite Marvel films that endless drool out from Disney's teat. 'Tis a pity.
But oh, Rambo. Thank you for again quenching my action dream world, where endless henchmen die in creative ways and the satisfaction of revenge is the only thing that matters.
