Easily the darkest entry of the series, which makes you wish the filmmaking was strong enough to carry such dark themes. But Sly delivers the R-rated goods. Unlike the consummate professionalism of "John Wick," Rambo is so full of hatred and grief that the only way to placate his poisoned soul is to turn his enemies into ground meat. A sequel so hardcore, Stallone had to get its Roman numeral carved into his face.
' I want them to know that death is coming, and there's nothing they can do about it' Rambo creator David Morrell has criticized this film as being a betrayal of his character but that ship sailed back in '85 with the second installment. This is simply another ego push for its aging star who continues to rage against the dying of the light. This could be any generic character with a thirst for bloody revenge.
Delivers none of the grand spectacle and kick-ass action I associate with a "Rambo" film. Consists of two acts of unconvincing, poorly blocked melodrama shot in relentless closeup followed by a hack and slash final act more appropriate to a "Friday the 13th" sequel. The director (Grunberg) seems to have no use for master or establishing shots. Framed so tight on the actor's faces it feels like a study of their pores.
Never saw a film so bored n' lazy to try to tell a resemblance of a story. So eager for carnage showreel. We dont see a Rambo film for high art cinema, but there is always, even if implausable, justification for the machismo heroics. By the 5th time Rambo is older, bored and impatient and becomes a slasher horror film vigilante. Nothing against sleazy exploitation but Rambo deserves more than such an ugly film.
I suspected it would be shitty - didn't think it would be THIS shitty!
Plays like right-wing propaganda - "you better build that wall otherwise Mexican rapists and criminals will come for you and when they do, there'll be no Rambo to save you! So... BUILD THAT WALL... BUILD THAT WALL!".
(Vu au ciné) (4,5/5) Rambo, l'ange exterminateur, est de retour pour faire son deuil, en larmes de sang, de la candeur résiduelle en ce bas-monde (et pour massacrer au passage moult Mexicains). Accablé d'injustes critiques, ce 5e opus, d'une étonnante noirceur, fait parfaitement le job dans son genre. Son ton nihiliste et sa violence débridée, pour ne pas dire sadique, réservent toutefois ce film à un certain public.