I’ve always had a soft spot for Stallone. None of his characters have had as much impact on me growing up as Rambo. For people of a certain age up here on The Reef Rambo is not a name, it’s a terminology. He has taught us SO much! For instance:
- I didn’t know you could fire an M72 rocket launcher inside the cockpit of a helicopter without being fried by the backblast. Rambo taught me how.
- I didn’t know you could blow a Soviet HIND gunship out of the sky with a bow and arrow. Rambo taught me how.
- I didn’t know the stormtroopers from Star Wars was Vietnamese. 5000 guys with AK47s who can’t hit the ground if they fell over? I’m on to you! Rambo taught me this.
- I didn’t know the wilds and jungles of the world is full of hot chicks who get turned on by sweat, mud, blood, snakes and torture. Rambo showed me this.
- I didn’t know that the evil-ness of Asian badguys are determined by their amount of facial hair. The more growth, the bigger fiend. Rambo taught me this.
- A knife must be big as a sword and contain a compass, needle and thread, (why not knitting pins?) matches etc, and have a serrated edge in case you felt like being a lumberjack. Rambo taught me this
Now he has come out of retirement, and mister Stallone both writes, produces and directs. Gawds help us! The result has been given a 18 year age rating here, something that is highly unusual. I have absolutely no problem understanding why. Here’s what I learned from the new film:
- If you want to find piece of mind and live a quiet life when you retire, you can’t possibly move to Lesser Dungy On The Hill in rural Gloucester to grow carrots. You must move to the civil war zone on the Thai/Burmese border and become a snakecatcher! Only then will you get away from the killing and brutality of the world. Rambo taught me this.
- When faced with the option of raping a hot blonde missionary dame in a wet teeshirt or a filthy Burmese farmgirl in a black pyjamas, Burmese soldiers will go for the farmgirl. The hot blonde they just roll in mud and throw in a corner. Rambo taught me this.
- The Burmese Army are swine. All of them! Lots of facial hair around. Not a single decent, moral, thinking man among them. Their sole purpose in life is to out-gross each other when picking on the civilian population, and grow facial hair. Burn a baby and you’re allowed to grow a moustache. Raze a village and you have a full Fu- Manchu beard coming up. Rambo taught me this.
- All missionaries and aid workers are morons. Period. They will sell their house to buy Aspirin and go to Burma to help the poor population with no plan, no security, and no means of transportation. They just gamble on the chance that they will stumble upon a retired Vietnam vet who happens to be a supersoldier and owns a boat that just happens to be big enough for them. Naturally any group of missionaries must include a hot blonde in a white, clingy shirt. Those are very practical in the jungle. Rambo taught me this.
- Burmese soldiers explode like a firecracker in a ketchup bottle if you hit them with a machine gun. This is a unique genetic trait for the Burmese military. Apart from that they are just as lousy shots as all other Asian soldier types. They also have no sense of direction what so ever, and will charge directly into your line of fire for no apparent reason. Rambo taught me this.
- It is possible to fire an antique .50 calibre Soviet DShK heavy machine gun one-handed, while driving a truck or groping the hot blonde missionary dame in the wet teeshirt. It just takes a little practice. Rambo taught me this.
Ok, so I’m a little bored…