Rambo
July 11th 2008 01:38
I never thought I’d see the day willfully reviewing a fourth movie in the Rambo series, but here you have it, and trust me, it is something to behold. Rambo (2007) is more graphically violent than most horror movies, more unrelentingly brutal and humanly destructive than anything I’ve seen in quite a while. And yet, most disturbingly, the whole experience was like chewing on Satan’s bubblegum.
It’s been twenty years since the bombastic Rambo III, and twenty-six years since a melancholic John J. Rambo, troubled Nam veteran, first strolled into Hope, WA, looking for somewhere to eat and rest his weary head, and was confronted by redneck Sheriff Teasle.
The present: John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) is middle-aged (Sly is 61 to be precise!) and has retreated to a small Thai village where he works capturing snakes for local entertainers and ferrying people and cargo in his rustic boat. When a group of Christian missionaries request his services to take them into war-torn Burma he refuses, but is later convinced by missionary Sarah Miller (Julie Benz).
Ten days after returning from the dangerous trip transporting the missionaries up the river Rambo is informed by a member of their church that the missionaries have vanished. There is solid information they are still alive, but prisoners. God’s messenger propositions Rambo into assisting a ragtag group of mercenaries on a rescue mission. A voice in Rambo’s head tells him “War is in your blood, don’t try to fight it.” So he accepts.
Closer in tone to First Blood (1982) than the two sequels that followed Rambo is a tour-de-force in gut-tearing annihilation, a graphic - almost orgiastic - observation of humankind’s inhumanity; a concentrated study in violence. Apparently the word “rambo” is Japanese for “violence”. Rambo revels in graphic violence so much so it becomes like a grindhouse flick, or to be more contemporary, like an intense battle videogame.
Which brings me to my main point of contention: the censor’s warning. In Australia Rambo has been given an R rating (not to be viewed by anyone under 18), with the accompanying warning: High Level Violence. To be fair, it’s fucking extreme! Inexplicably Stallone managed to convince the American censors not to slap the movie with the kiss of death NC-17, so it was released with an R (under 17s require a parent or guardian). Perhaps it's because the majority of violence happens to "extras", not "real characters". Go figure.
I don’t understand the criteria for the Australian Classification Board. For most war-themed movies they have the warning: War Violence. For movies with a lot of stunts they have: Action Violence. For horror movies they have: Horror Violence and/or Blood and Gore, or Strong Violence. Rambo is a movie with a strong war theme, which is also categorised as “action”, yet for all intensive purposes (and Stallone will be the first to admit this) the movie is aimed at audiences who relish the graphic violence and gore of the Saw and Hostel movies. Rambo is a bloody horror movie, about the atrocities of war.
Rambo is the first movie which fully utilises CGI for its blood and gore effects (there seemed to be only one obvious make-up prosthetic; a bomb-shredded leg). Normally I’m against the use of CGI, unless it would be too difficult to achieve the effect with standard prosthetics. Rambo is full of bodies being torn asunder (official body count of 236); all manner of grisly, explicit destruction of the human body. Most of these effects couldn’t have been achieved convincingly without CGI. I take my green beret off to the digital artists on Rambo. Well done. Also the non-CGI blood, when it’s used, looks very real.
An eye for an eye? A tooth for a tooth? More like a head for a head. “When you’re pushed, killing is as easy as breathing,” affirms Rambo. “Live for nothing, or die for something,” he mutters to mercenary Lewis (Graham McTavish) in the movie’s dialogue centerpiece. Yes indeed, war is hell. With bloodied boots on. Not since Saving Private Ryan (1998) has a movie shown so explicitly the appalling injuries of war, including real images of Burmese atrocities in the movie’s opening sequence.
At movie’s end Rambo is seen returning to his American homestead (a seed planted by Sarah who asks him if he’d ever seek out his surviving parent). He’s dressed almost exactly as he was when audiences first saw him in First Blood, military duffel bag slung over his shoulder, walking along the roadside. Echoes of Jerry Goldsmith’s First Blood score rise in the background, the soldier has come full circle. The movie should’ve retained its early/alternate “poignant” title of John Rambo.
Stallone has turned into an ugly veined son-of-a-bitch, playing the character as hard as the hot metal he hammers in his metaphoric blacksmith world. There’s irony to be found in contrasting Rambo against Stallone’s Rocky Balboa (which came out prior). One comes full circle in the good fight for personal identity, while the other comes full circle in the bad fight for humanity.
At the end of the day, the verdict is straight as an arrow: Rambo comes highly recommended to horrorphiles; a wicked indulgence in hardcore (war) violence. The apocalypse is now.
I'm not gonna bother with a softcore trailer, here's five minutes of the final battle in all it's graphic gory glory:
It’s been twenty years since the bombastic Rambo III, and twenty-six years since a melancholic John J. Rambo, troubled Nam veteran, first strolled into Hope, WA, looking for somewhere to eat and rest his weary head, and was confronted by redneck Sheriff Teasle.
The present: John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) is middle-aged (Sly is 61 to be precise!) and has retreated to a small Thai village where he works capturing snakes for local entertainers and ferrying people and cargo in his rustic boat. When a group of Christian missionaries request his services to take them into war-torn Burma he refuses, but is later convinced by missionary Sarah Miller (Julie Benz).
Ten days after returning from the dangerous trip transporting the missionaries up the river Rambo is informed by a member of their church that the missionaries have vanished. There is solid information they are still alive, but prisoners. God’s messenger propositions Rambo into assisting a ragtag group of mercenaries on a rescue mission. A voice in Rambo’s head tells him “War is in your blood, don’t try to fight it.” So he accepts.
Closer in tone to First Blood (1982) than the two sequels that followed Rambo is a tour-de-force in gut-tearing annihilation, a graphic - almost orgiastic - observation of humankind’s inhumanity; a concentrated study in violence. Apparently the word “rambo” is Japanese for “violence”. Rambo revels in graphic violence so much so it becomes like a grindhouse flick, or to be more contemporary, like an intense battle videogame.
Which brings me to my main point of contention: the censor’s warning. In Australia Rambo has been given an R rating (not to be viewed by anyone under 18), with the accompanying warning: High Level Violence. To be fair, it’s fucking extreme! Inexplicably Stallone managed to convince the American censors not to slap the movie with the kiss of death NC-17, so it was released with an R (under 17s require a parent or guardian). Perhaps it's because the majority of violence happens to "extras", not "real characters". Go figure.
I don’t understand the criteria for the Australian Classification Board. For most war-themed movies they have the warning: War Violence. For movies with a lot of stunts they have: Action Violence. For horror movies they have: Horror Violence and/or Blood and Gore, or Strong Violence. Rambo is a movie with a strong war theme, which is also categorised as “action”, yet for all intensive purposes (and Stallone will be the first to admit this) the movie is aimed at audiences who relish the graphic violence and gore of the Saw and Hostel movies. Rambo is a bloody horror movie, about the atrocities of war.
Rambo is the first movie which fully utilises CGI for its blood and gore effects (there seemed to be only one obvious make-up prosthetic; a bomb-shredded leg). Normally I’m against the use of CGI, unless it would be too difficult to achieve the effect with standard prosthetics. Rambo is full of bodies being torn asunder (official body count of 236); all manner of grisly, explicit destruction of the human body. Most of these effects couldn’t have been achieved convincingly without CGI. I take my green beret off to the digital artists on Rambo. Well done. Also the non-CGI blood, when it’s used, looks very real.
An eye for an eye? A tooth for a tooth? More like a head for a head. “When you’re pushed, killing is as easy as breathing,” affirms Rambo. “Live for nothing, or die for something,” he mutters to mercenary Lewis (Graham McTavish) in the movie’s dialogue centerpiece. Yes indeed, war is hell. With bloodied boots on. Not since Saving Private Ryan (1998) has a movie shown so explicitly the appalling injuries of war, including real images of Burmese atrocities in the movie’s opening sequence.
At movie’s end Rambo is seen returning to his American homestead (a seed planted by Sarah who asks him if he’d ever seek out his surviving parent). He’s dressed almost exactly as he was when audiences first saw him in First Blood, military duffel bag slung over his shoulder, walking along the roadside. Echoes of Jerry Goldsmith’s First Blood score rise in the background, the soldier has come full circle. The movie should’ve retained its early/alternate “poignant” title of John Rambo.
Stallone has turned into an ugly veined son-of-a-bitch, playing the character as hard as the hot metal he hammers in his metaphoric blacksmith world. There’s irony to be found in contrasting Rambo against Stallone’s Rocky Balboa (which came out prior). One comes full circle in the good fight for personal identity, while the other comes full circle in the bad fight for humanity.
At the end of the day, the verdict is straight as an arrow: Rambo comes highly recommended to horrorphiles; a wicked indulgence in hardcore (war) violence. The apocalypse is now.
I'm not gonna bother with a softcore trailer, here's five minutes of the final battle in all it's graphic gory glory:
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Comment by Damo
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Ick.
Now I remember why I can't stand Rambo.
Definitely deserves the R rating.
Rambo films despite it gore sanitize war down to a avenger plugging some really stupid baddies. They just ran into the bullets.
Comment by JohnDoe
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This one basks in the atrocities of war, wallows in violent retribution as a portrait of soulless futility not to be admired but mourned.
Watching the extras it turns out Stallone really did handle live cobras in the film. Interesting that many of the villians in the film are portrayed by real life Burmese revolutionaries.
Comment by D. Armenta
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Couldn't have said it any better myself.
Excellent review, Bryn.
Comment by mr_tza
Comment by Bethany
There was an interview done with Stallone that wasn't too long ago- whenever they were drumming up press for the release- and one of the questions he was asked was why they didn't use America's contemporary enemies as they had done in the past, in this case the Taliban. Rambo 2 featured Vietnam and 3 showcased Afghanistan.
Stallone's answer was (and I'm paraphrasing here) was: "I don't think it's a good idea to have Rambo go out and drag Osama bin Laden into the oval office, saying 'here you go'. That's very disrespectful to our troops. But the thing in Burma is really going on, and we wanted to high-light that."
I don't remember the rest of the review, and if I weren't so damned tired I'd google it and look it up, but I thought that was an interesting tid bit of information. (It does lead to the question of why they used contemporary enemies in the past, though.)
Comment by James Rickard
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Just for the record--I think that clip provided my blood and guts quota for the week! Now I se why you reviewed this with the horror movies!
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Bethany
The REALLY weird thing about the MPAA: in a PG-13 movie, you can use the word 'f*ck' in a non-sexual context once. Use it more than once, or use it in a sexual context, and that's automatically an R rating.
How's that for screwed up?
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
The NC-17 is the same as our R. But we have the R rating on more movies than American movies get the NC-17.
Comment by Bethany
The MPAA are on my 'they really blinking annoy me' list, so I get awfully chatty about them.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
For years and bloody years horrorphiles have hoped the MPAA would come up with a rating similar to NC-17 (crying out for it back when it was still X) that wouldn't have the stigmata of porn. But it hasn't happened. Horror movies, and nightmare movies of the like, need to have a suitable rating that enables them to be properly distributed and theatrically released without having to have the film cut for a R rating.
I'm glad you have the same bee in your bonnet Bethany.
Comment by Daniel Mason
As a fan of mindless violence I enjoyed the hell out of it, though. At the end I just felt utterly empty. What was the point of this movie beyond criticism of the Burmese regime? (It's not even called Burma anymore; it's now known as Myanmar.)
Incidentally, the version I watched came from overseas and had the more poignant title of John Rambo. Considering the Japanese term for violence the singular title is far more apt for this movie.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile