The montage at the end of “Rambo: Last Blood
” — snippets from all the “Rambo
” films stretching back four decades — turns out to be a scrapbook browse of action-trope quaintness, when all a “Rambo
” movie ever really needed was a loving camera hold on a sweat-slick, buff, and snarling Sylvester Stallone
armed to the teeth or surrounded by explosions.
There was death, sure, but mostly posturing, and it’s worth remembering that scarred ex-Green Beret John Rambo wasn’t a serial killer in “First Blood
”; he just did his guerrilla maneuvers, hurt a lot of mean cops, and blew things up. But when Stallone reached Medicare age, 2008’s “Rambo
” (the fourth) sacrificed roided-out preening and younger man’s athletics for wall-to-wall butchery and a body count in the hundreds.
That vogue for ultraviolence (facilitated by CGI
splatter tech) continues with “Rambo: Last Blood
,” a title of hoped-for finality which spends more