Rambo: First Blood


Rambo: First Blood. A favorite of mine. Watched last night and it’s a portrait of the vileness of war and what it can do to a person. The hate that John Rambo returns home to is incredibly sad and frustrating. He obviously came home with some inner wounds and found no help, no hope — just hate, anger, and discrimination. Treated this drawing as if the cops hunting him in British Columbia had his mugshot folded in their pockets, hands bloodied, trying to grasp why this drifter is so skilled at surviving against their goal of capturing him. He’s been a POW once, and won’t be one in his own country. Stallone is brilliant in this film.

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