Rambo (2008)

The first half of this movie is basically a long series of atrocities in explicit detail, with the added bonus of getting to think "Oh hey, Myanmar... so then this kinda shit is actually happening, isn't it?" It is as sad and depressing and horrific as you would expect, right down to every child-murdering, limb-severing detail.

The second half of this movie is Rambo and friends killing the fuck out of every single man in Asia.

That's, like, it. Seriously; it's just sad violence for 45 minutes, then happy violence for 45 minutes. Pretty straightforward. It works, too, because by the time Rambo pulls out his bow and shoots, like, 10 guys straight in the face, so many horrible atrocities have been committed against innocents by the stereotypical Asian militiamen that every pacifist cell in your poor, traumatized body has long since been eradicated. By the 3rd act, you don't care that it's really black and white, or that it maybe kinda has some pretty questionable thematic undertones; damnit, you want blood! And boy do you get it.

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OK, truth time: I'm a little disturbed by how much I enjoyed this movie.

Grade: A