Running out of ideas.
How long can I keep up blogging every week? We’ll see, won’t we? This is actually #708.
Recently I caught the fifth and most recent, and
presumably the last, Rambo film in the movie theater. I’d seen the first one, of course, in the
movie theater in Paris when it came out; I probably saw #2 and 3 on VHS/DVD,
and saw #4 on DVD. I’ll keep it brief
as I don’t have a lot to say about this anyway but I still feel the character
and films are worth discussing briefly.
RAMBO (First Blood) (1982). Sylvester Stallone, an aging Vietnam veteran,
seeks out one of his ever-dwindling comrades in Twin Peaks, Washington, only to
be physically harassed by local police who aren’t particularly nice and accuse
him of vagrancy simply for being “not from around here”. They
even physically abuse him, though it appears to fall short of rectal
intrusion. Even so, the experience is
unpleasant, evocative of his experiences in Vietnam, and above all totally
unjustified.
So he fights back, winding up in the nearby forest, successfully
defending himself against the local National Guard unit – obviously none of whom
have any actual combat experience, let alone with the US Special Forces, aka
Green Berets. His former commander,
Colonel Trautman (Richard Crenna) shows up and advises the locals of who they’re
dealing with, and finally gets to speak to Rambo himself. The man expresses intense frustration at the
way his fellow veterans were treated after the war, which is something we can
understand. Certainly the sheriff,
Teasle (Brian Dennehy) isn’t particularly likeable.
Remarkably, despite much ammo being shot and explosions
and property damage, only one fatality – the sheriff falling from the helicopter
– which was unintentional on Rambo’s part.
Angry, yes, but not vindictive or sadistic – his violence is measured,
targeted, and precise.
RAMBO II (1985). Rambo returns to Vietnam, ostensibly to ascertain
that no POWs still exist, instead finding that they are there. He teams up with a Vietnamese operative, Co
Bao, is captured by the NVA and tortured by their Soviet advisors, but eventually
breaks free, destroys the POW camp, rescues the POWs, and returns to camp to
confront Murdock (Napier). Yet again, he’s
been set up to fail. Nonetheless he
gets a pardon but stays in Thailand.
RAMBO III (1988). He’s recruited again, this time to work in
Afghanistan, at this time occupied by the Soviets who are having their own “Vietnam”
there fighting the Mujahedeen (which would include Osama Bin Laden, though he’s
not mentioned). Though initially
refusing to go, he changes his mind when Red Forman lets him know that Trautman
was captured by the Russians. So… he
goes anyway and gets to fight the Russians again. More violence and explosions, approaching the
ridiculous. This could be considered the
nadir of the series.
RAMBO IV (2008). After a long break (20 years), the series
resumes, this time in Burma. Eschewing any
overt political agenda, the bad guys are simply brutal military regime bastards
who both sides of our own political spectrum can probably dislike. The violence and bloodshed are there, of
course, but seem to be toned down into more plausible parameters. The whole thing has a more sober, sedate, measured
feel to it: let’s pick some plain old
bad guys and keep the violence to relatively sensible levels. It’s still not a chick flick, but it’s a
blow-em-up film that jaded liberal dudes can enjoy and feel like they still
have testicles.
RAMBO V (2019). Another long break (11 years), and we’re back
again. This time Rambo goes to Tijuana,
Mexico to rescue his friend’s granddaughter Gabriela who went there to find her
natural father. After her father abruptly
(but predictably) rejects her offer to reconcile, she winds up in a local club,
is drugged, kidnapped, presumably raped, and involuntarily addicted to
heroin. Rambo tracks her down, is
beaten up by the bad guys – who are presumably also drug dealers – and manages
to survive and return. This time he
brutally wipes out one of the pair of bad guys, the Martinez brothers, and
gives the other the clues necessary to lead the man and his small army back to
Rambo’s own home, where we know he will dispatch them in turn. Naturally the climax is a big battle we can
all sink our teeth into and enjoy.
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