On second thought, they needed one, and being awesome, Stallone delivered the goods. Years after his Academy Award-nominated Rambo: First Blood Part II literally redefined the genre and saved it from the self-indulgent drudgery of the Longest Day and the mind-blowing boredom of Apocalypse Now, Stallone returned once again to save it from abject failure. You know, the Full Metal Jacket and Jarhead kind of abject failure? Yep, that kind of failure.
Both fail because we real men don't watch war films to get an in-depth look into the life of your average foot soldier. Who does? Moreover, who cares? A three-hour long barracks scene may be "realistic", but so is photosynthesis — and last I checked, no one pays to watch plants grow. Well, that's what Full Metal Jacket and Jarhead really are: watching a bunch of plants grow, if they fed on hackneyed juvenile masturbation innuendos and contained much more recycled bullshit. Real men watch war films to see people getting blown apart and eviscerated, which is where Stallone's latest installment of Rambo never fails to rub one out disappoints.
The eponymous hero has lived a fairly isolated lifestyle ever since destroying what was left of the Soviet Army in Afghanistan, catching snakes and operating a sampan in a podunk tourist attraction near the Burmese border. He doesn't cross it because a lot of people are being killed on the other side, and if he did, he'd kill everyone anyway and there'd be no movie, so we can assume right off the bat that he's probably busy. Anyhow, he always passes by an unexploded World War II bomb during his daily travels, but it's not just any unexploded World War II bomb: It's an allegory to the raging menace within him who's hell bent on satiating his perpetual bloodthirst. As luck would have it, he'd get his chance.
The Knife
He ferries a group of missionaries to nearby war-torn Burma, where they're later captured in one of many genocidal raids by the Burmese military, but the joke's on the Burmese: they didn't know they were up against Rambo. The former green beret believes that he can atone for having killed countless numbers of people by rescuing the missionaries and, well, killing even more people in the process, but his fists can only take him so far, which means that he needs a knife...and not just any ordinary killing knife. He crafts one of unimaginable destructible capability (in other words: a tool) fit for the merciless killer within him whom we all know and love. If you could summarize this paragraph, he heads into battle with a renewed determination, a new knife, and biceps the size of dinosaurs. You can never forget the biceps. Or the part where he kills countless numbers of people. Mmmm. . . me likes.
The part you fast forwarded to
After saving a group of Karen refugees with his mad bow skills, Rambo and a group of ragtag mercenaries spring whatever's left of the missionaries loose, then all of them haul ass back to the boat. Unbeknownst to them, they're being chased by hundreds of Burmese soldiers, so Rambo splits off from the group and leads a good chunk of his pursuers to an explosive encounter with . . . you guessed it: the unexploded World War II bomb. (Correction: formerly unexploded). Whoever thought that the realization of symbolism could be so destructively awesome? Rambo did.
The final act consists of him mowing down a bunch of dudes with a machine gun for a good ten minutes. I kid you not. It's just as badass as it sounds, and it's just as representative of the thrill ride that Rambo has to offer that I happened to spoil.
Of course, you should see it anyway unless you like that bullshit Jarhead. (At which point, you'd be shallow and have no business reading this.)