WANT blood. See blood. And how? Vietnam war veteran John Rambo returns on a rescue mission, this time in Myanmar, and spills guts in all his former glory. If you pay close attention, you can even catch a head been blown away, a body splitting into two and a stomach being sliced to bring out the insides. All this bloodletting obviously is orchestrated by our hero who doesn’t twitch a facial muscle nore register a flicker on his brow. Ekdum bindaas!
For all those who got hooked on to Rambo’s exploits in First Blood , his Fourth Blood heroics may bring back nostalgic memories of a cold and clinical killing machine that killed for country, honour, justice and the rest. This time, he comes back from semi-retirement, as he did in the recent Rocky film, and joins a bunch of Americans who want to supply relief to an endangered tribe, hounded by the military junta. But that’s just a pretext for our all-American hero to create an All-American film where the Myanmar natives are ruthless and mean and the bunch of white guys are heroes and vigilantes. And the white woman? Ah well, she’s meant to be held captive and wail through the violence.
Forget the old-fashioned story-line. The Rambo franchise is only meant to make you dizzy about dishum-dishum . It does.
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