John Rambo is living relatively quietly in Columbia as a snake capturer when he's approached by some missionaries who want to hire him to transport them - via rickety boat - to a village in Burma to do some bullshit peace work. He reluctantly does and the village is eventually pillaged by the sadistic Burmese military who capture them for sex slavery and pig food. Rambo is then called upon again to join up with some mercenaries to rescue them...
Stallone closed out the franchise with an insanely gritty, no-holds-barred bloodbath without any bullshit. It takes itself very seriously (which I like...) and has some very chaotic, grim and unpleasant depictions of genocide, involving up-close dismemberment, exploding bodies and even children being torched alive. Nothing is candy-coated, which makes for a satisfying conclusion which has Rambo blasting a guy at point-blank range with a .50 cal before essentially making hamburger meat out of an entire army. Guts and limbs are flying fast and furious and it's fucking epic. No snappy one-liners or romantic sub-plot to draw in the female audience. No implied violence or punches pulled. Everything is pretty much done perfectly and makes for some fast-paced, wall-to-wall carnage that will surly keep you satisfied. If you haven't seen it then you're definitely missing out.
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