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George P. CosmatosKamera:
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Jerry GoldsmithBesetzung:
Sylvester Stallone, Richard Crenna, Charles Napier, Steven Berkoff, Julia Nickson, George Cheung, Andy Wood, Martin Kove, William Ghent, Dana Lee (mehr)Streaming (5)
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Vietnamkrieg-Veteran John Rambo verbüßt in einem Straflager eine mehrjährige Haftstrafe. Von seinem ehemaligen Vorgesetzten Colonel Trautman erhält er das Angebot, in Vietnam nach US-Soldaten zu suchen, die noch als Kriegsgefangene interniert sind. Rambo entdeckt in einem Dschungelcamp einige Soldaten, befreit sie und wird von seinem Einsatzkommando im Stich gelassen. Im Alleingang killt er ein vietnamesisches Bataillon und eine sowjetische Spezialeinheit und stellt den Senator, der seinen Einsatz hintertrieb, moralisch bloß. (Verleiher-Text)
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I have a lot of nostalgic memories of my childhood, when the "forbidden" Rambo was a myth for me and my friends during the Bolshevik era, a film that circulated on poorly dubbed cassettes. I'll never forget how we watched it at a friend's house and I felt like the biggest dissident under the sun, or like Rambo. When I saw it again years later, I had to laugh at what a naive but still brisk action film it is, and the fond memory of the weird 80s, full of bad taste :)
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Ein mit einer Bleidusche die PCs zerstörende Rambo, dies ist eines der schönsten Memento der 80er Jahre, als würde sich Stallone im Voraus daran rächen, was sein geliebtes Genre zerstören wird. Obwohl es in psychologisch und ideel gesehen paradox klingen mag, scheint mir der Zweier weniger im Hintertreffen zu sein im Vergleich (zum ohnehin schon ziemlich zurückgebliebenen) Einser, obwohl wir hier anstelle eines subjektiven Applauses am Ende in der Tat programmatische Agitationen aus Rambos Mund zu hören bekommen. Cosmatos‘ Film passt viel mehr in die Actionfilm-Archetypen der 80er Jahre und ist in seinen krassesten Momenten unwiderstehlich dürr und auch theatralisch (bzw. unterhaltsam). Die Anzahl der Explosionen ist enorm, der Pilot des größtmöglichen sowjetischen Hubschraubers hat nicht einen roten Stern auf seinem Helm, sondern gleich zwei (um das nicht zu verwechseln) und ein skorbutmodifizierten POW mit einem Maschinengewehr in der Hand scheint, als er den Betrachter an diesen wunderschönen ideologischen Mischmasch mi damaligen Hollywood erinnern wollte. Ist es denn überhaupt möglich, einen solchen Film nicht wenigstens ein bisschen zu lieben?
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Zur Zeit, als Arnie eine mittelamerikanische Insel ausgelöscht hat (was für eine Schwäche), hat Sly auf der anderen Seite des Globus die Hälfte von Vietnam geplündert (Idiot). Sein Rambo, der 15 kg Muskelmasse im Gefängnis angesammelt hat, sollte nur ein paar Fotos von amerikanischen Gefangenen machen. Auf dem Weg hat er sich jedoch unglücklicherweise verliebt und wurde auch noch gefangen genommen. Aber nur für einen Moment, denn Cameron und Stallone haben aus John einen erstklassigen Schläger gemacht, der sogar einen möglichen Dritten Weltkrieg beenden kann. Messer, Bögen, Maschinengewehre und Hubschrauber beherrscht er souverän und er beherrscht auch die Kunst, eins mit der Umgebung zu werden, mit Bravour. Sly kümmert sich einfach um nichts und niemanden (Vietnamesen, Russen - egal, er tötet alle) und beweist nur, dass wenn John Matrix die zahlenmäßige Überlegenheit hundertfach bewältigen kann, sein Rambo es mit 300 schafft. Der Höhepunkt der sogenannten Reagan-Actionfilme.
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An indictment of bureaucracy, an agitprop of heroism, and an icon of 1980s action filmmaking. Like Ronald Reagan after the premiere, I can now state that I am very glad I saw the film.
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John Rambo got burned the second time around just like he did the first time. Once again, the ones he trusted were the explicitly bad ones, and once again, he took a pretty brutal revenge on them. It’s amazing how back then action movies were filmed with respect for the viewer. I enjoyed everything about it. The scenes with the bombing of the local wilderness were fantastic and that’s something absolutely unprecedented nowadays in movies. These days, digital effects are involved in everything and that’s not interesting at all, let alone honest. There aren’t many proper action movies, but if there’s one I’d like to rewatch, then it’s definitely Rambo. I’m rating it with four stars mostly because story-wise it’s practically the same as the first instalment. And Rambo’s speech in the finale wasn’t so great either. I was blown away by the first instalment more. Anyway, it’s awesome. It’s a classic, need I say more?
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The change in style away from the low-key and raw part one is perhaps a little too extreme. John Rambo’s second battle for survival unfortunately degenerated into a pure B-grade action movie. Although the truth is it’s quite fun. Here in the Czech Republic, though, Rambo: First Blood Part II will more likely be remembered as one of the first VHS cult movies, rather than a movie known for its qualities.
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Even though Rambo: First Blood Part II, with its mission to rescue America’s self-confidence after the debacle of the Vietnam War, seems rather ridiculous from today’s perspective, it has two strengths that cannot be denied. The first of these is the outrageously honest craftsmanship of the action sequences. Though the film’s anti-choreography and concept of guerrilla spec-ops combat come across as quite laughable, all of these drawbacks are offset by the precise topography of the action, the dynamic editing and, mainly, the superb camerawork, which ceaselessly emphasises the real physical dimension of every shot (the composition with the view to the protagonist from inside the helicopter cabin with the landscape in motion in the second plane behind the glass was definitely copied by Tom Cruise’s team in Mission: Impossible – Fallout). The film’s other strength is its indisputable status as a pop-culture phenomenon, which is based on rare, inimitable harmonisation of the work’s ethos with the audience’s mood at the time. Though critics on both sides of the Iron Curtain slammed the film, it set box-office records in the West (both in the US and in Europe) and it enjoyed even greater success in cultural terms in the Eastern Bloc through illegal underground distribution, though of course without the financial gains. The bellowing hulk with a strip of cloth tied around his head, armed with a bow and explosive arrows, and killing cartoonishly depicted commies became the embodiment of the ideal of America at the height of the Cold War. Rambo wasn’t Superman or any other particular hero with specific traits and virtues, but like the Berlin Wall, the film concentrated within itself the mood of the decaying Soviet system and a society that had grown tired of the stalemate and the status quo. Whereas in America the film soothed the ego of conservatives and licked their wounds after losing a war, in both Western and Eastern Europe it represented an energising fantastical pressure valve for a frustrated society. Rambo: First Blood Part II became both an icon of and a synonym for its era and it remains embedded in society’s memory even in the new millennium. But everything written here refers solely to this particular film. Because of that and despite all of Stallone’s misguided attempts, none of the sequels can build on that legacy with all of its meanings, nor can they repeat its box-office success.
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It's all here - action, corpses, Rambo's stone expressions, blood, of which there is much more than in the first one. Unfortunately, however, there is noticeably less quality filmmaking. The producers tested the audience's reaction with the first film and found that a significant part of moviegoers fall into the category of teenage boys, for whom this is simply enough. The film also had a strong propaganda dimension in the mid-80s, which today can only evoke an indulgent smile. Overall impression: 20%.
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A classic. Sly Stallone in top form. This time it is “all about action”. Goldsmith’s music is again better than excellent.
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Not nearly as good as the first one, Rambo II is a typical example of the sequel syndrome: a bigger budget, more action, more visual effects, less story, less atmosphere. The beginning is still quite interesting, as it practically starts right where the first part ended, but then it goes downhill.
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Unlike the first First Blood, the creators didn't let the viewer discover the movie's message on their own. Instead, they continuously hammered it home, which, in my eyes, somewhat devalued the entire experience. In contrast to the previous film, this time, it was all about action, and as such, I suppose I should forgive it for many things. The movie was filled with clichés, which I can't fault because these films were the birthplace of such clichés. My critique is directed at the creators who persist in using them today. I get that Soviet technology might not have been accessible during the Cold War, but if an Aérospatiale SA 330 Puma could stand in for a Mil Mi-24, why not use another machine produced in Europe instead of the overused Bell 212? The action itself was well-executed and satisfying, but I couldn't overlook the mishandled details. The sound accompanying the firing of each arrow was so loud that Rambo could have been running with an AK. Artillery mines fired from mortars would probably have to hit someone directly because the creators purposefully omitted their terrifying fragmenting effect. And here's a piece of advice: never, I repeat, never use any rocket launcher in a small enclosed space. Aside from these issues, it was a typical 80s action fairy tale, which I sometimes find laughable, but I enjoy it nevertheless. / Lesson learned: If you're too young to remember 80s movies, go for something more recent.
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This is an installment I've seen before and I thought this was the actual first Rambo. Now I know my mistake, and I'm quite glad that I clarified this chronology. However, the second film is probably more well-known, partly due to its parodies, such as Hot Shots! Part Deux. Sly and James Cameron wrote a script that isn't just a shallow slaughter; there is something more to it. John Rambo is no longer a man who needs to come to terms with the dark shadow of Vietnam; he must now deal with the consequences of the previous film. But he may pay too high a price for their freedom.
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The second installment is clearly the most cerebral work about John Rambo. On the other hand, it is so beautifully crystal clear in its humor ("Rambo, you made good choice") that it has an irreplaceable place within the series. It's never going to be the best Rambo film (that's still the luxurious fourth Rambo for me), but the honestly acknowledged comedic parts and its indelible imprint on pop culture are what make the second one the second one. "What you choose to call ‘hell’, he calls home."
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