If there's one character who really needs to go out with a bang it's Rambo, John J - especially after the emotional one-two Sylvester Stallone delivered as Rocky Balboa in Creed and its sequel. But this last post for the 37-year-old franchise is a cheap and rushed send-off. There are plenty of bodies but not much soul.
Now rehabilitated as 'Uncle John' in Arizona, Rambo's bid to "keep a lid on it" lasts about 25 minutes, by which time his surrogate daughter Gabrielle has disappeared while trying to find her waste-of-space father south of the border. The army jacket comes out of the closet and the knife says cheerio to the scabbard thereafter. Rambo says he knows "how black a man's heart can be". And red.
The plot suggests hell-raising in an urban setting for the rest of the movie, but such hopes prove as shortlived as the hired muscle, with the story (co-written by Stallone) bringing Rambo home again for a Western-style showdown.
In a bid to crank up the tension, Narcos and Narcos: Mexico director Adrian Grunberg gives us a Doom to Improve montage as the Grim Reaper's septuagenarian rep on Earth designs all kinds of subterranean contraptions to dispatch his enemies. Ironic, then, that the finale feels more than a bit flatpack and although this is by far the bloodiest of Rambo's rampages, it's also the least cathartic.
Don't remember him this way.