simultaneous Ohhhhhs and Uuuuhhhhhs and Aaaahhhhhs this was a fun, albeit bloody, little movie. Sylvester Stallone had his finger on the pulse of his fan base when he co-wrote this. Think about the last Rambo. He knew to keep it simple and mindless with a heavy dose of exploding bodies. He did the exact same thing here. Our guys are looking their age and they are little weathered and a little worse for wear - they're in their late 50s and early 60s. This didn't stop Sly from taking of his shirt and giving us a glance at his still rock hard Pec's and washboard stomach. Nor did it stop him from a mad sprint down a pier. I'm personally convinced he needed oxygen afterwards, I'm just putting that out there.
All and all it delivered everything I hoped for. Staying true to 80s action movies, there were snappy one liners, a funky car chase, a cute girl who can't act her way out of a paper bag, and gratuitous violence. Not too much in the way of extreme foul language and no nudity. If this movie doesn't make 100 million dollars and a sequel, I will be floored.
The Directive
While it is a "guys" film, I enjoyed it. I felt like a teenager again cringing and exhaling over all the gnarly gunshot wounds and explosions. And at the same appreciating the view of the big strong manly muscles. Nice.
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