Waaaaaaag! War porn!
Gear-up, bring popcorn and cackle away in a desensitised fashion (to the shocked looks of some) as characters get vaporised into puddles of blood. This movie succeeds where Rocky vs Balboa fails – it’s entertaining, less crap, and one can understand what Stalone says (though he doesn’t say much thankfully). Of course one isn’t going to get any sort of Shakespearian dialogue out of this but enjoy the sort of self-awareness of its genre that a movie, with a long lineage, should include to not be lame.
Luckily there is no retarded love story, just lots of blood and big f*&k-off guns. This one is worth seeing on the big screen and is completely and utterly a boy-flick.
