Baseball's Unique Spectacle: Opening Day

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RAMBO

Stallone revisits another of his iconic action heroes, ultimately to bring John Rambo full-circle and bid him good day... but not before he completely annihilates the Burmese army with a .50 caliber machine gun and a machete.
Motivated by the tug on hi...(read more)s last heart string by a sweet Christian missionary that he escorted into Burma with her team, Rambo is forced to accept himself for who he really is - the world's most perfect killing machine - as he returns upriver to rescue what remains of the missionary team after they are brutally captured and held prisoner.
After saving the day (there's really not much more to the story), Rambo returns to his home in Arizona, reminiscent of his initial stroll into the peaceful Oregon town in First Blood. As he approaches a beat-up, old, rusty mailbox the name on the side reads, R. Rambo - Rocky Rambo? Rambo Rambo? Who knows? We are left with the image of our noble, savage, battle-worn warrior returning to his roots as the peaceful theme of First Blood invites the credits to roll.
Bottom line: a LOT of killing; a LOT of blowing $#!+ up; and Stallone looks pretty stinkin' good for a senior citizen.
There is an underlying disturbing aspect to the film, however, and that's that the atrocities depicted in the film were not fabricated to develop the villain's character. Burma is one of the most war-torn, brutal environments on the planet, and nothing short of mass genocide is taking place there now. It gives this film (as opposed to the others' "Russians bad - Rambo Good; Vietnamese Bad - Killing Good) a sense of realistic relevance... something we haven't really engaged in the First Blood series until now.
If you have the stomach for it... meaning lots of exploding clouds of bloody red dust, and severed limbs, and innocent villagers being callously slaughtered... ok, if you have the stomach for that there is something wrong with you. The violence and one-sided domination of Rambo is actually almost humorous, bordering on the absurd... but what better way to say good-bye to our favorite ex-green beret-war vet-turned stick-fighting buddhist monk-repair man-rescuer?

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