John Rambo, a Vietnam Vet with a fragile psyche but a kill rate of God, has secluded himself on the outskirts of Bhurma, where he hopes to never be bothered by the moral tug-of-war that is human existence. Unfortunately, he is called back to the ways of the world again, in all its martial bloody bliss, when a kindly missionary persuades him to transport her group into dangerous territory. When the missionaries are endangered, the call of war beckons him...and his machete of course. An impressive death toll ensues.

This movie was...not what I expected. You see, feeling the peer pressure to fit in with people who assume the role of movie snobs with a pride-laden smug on loathsome faces, I was compelled to hate this movie before I even saw it. But, I have to acknowledge what my gut is tell me: this movie was awesome. Yes, a sophisticated judgment, I know. Quite the critic. But I can only describe this movie as having some of the best carnage I've ever seen. The amount of detail in the way people die, and the speed with which they do it is pretty impressive. More than any movie I've seen this decade, this latest Rambo flick catches the role of human anatomy in death: bones and muscles exposed, intestines spilling out, bodies becoming rag dolls, etc. Each gun shot is jarring, and the audience sits there with this guilty look of amusement at it all. But it's great.

Aside from that, the morality of the movie was extremely simple. Nothing that will stick out a hundred years or now. Still, Sylvester Stallone impresses me as a film maker.

8/10