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Sylvester Stallone, Paz Vega, Joaquín Cosio, Yvette Monreal, Óscar Jaenada, Sheila Shah, Sergio Peris-Mencheta, Adriana Barraza, Jessica Madsen (mehr)Streaming (6)
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John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) hat viele große Schlachten in seinem Leben geschlagen – nun soll endlich Schluss sein. Zurückgezogen lebt der Kriegsveteran inzwischen auf einer abgelegenen Farm in Arizona. Doch der einstige Elitekämpfer kommt nicht zur Ruhe. Als die Tochter seiner Haushälterin Maria (Adriana Barraza) verschleppt wird, begibt sich Rambo auf eine Rettungsmission jenseits der amerikanischen Grenze nach Mexiko. Schon bald sieht er sich dort einem der mächtigsten und skrupellosesten Drogenkartelle gegenüber. Die vielen Jahre im Kampf mögen Rambo gezeichnet haben, aber sie haben ihn nicht weniger gefährlich gemacht. (Constantin Film AT)
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Ein Film zweiter Klasse, der wegen der Nostalgie gegenüber John Rambo und Sly funktioniert. Und auch wegen der ausreichenden Arbeit mit den Emotionen (obwohl nur mit den elementarsten). Man beeilt sich nicht und stellt in der einfachen Geschichte allen Figuren genügend Raum zur Verfügung. Deshalb erlebt man dann eine unangenehme Überraschung, wenn der Höhepunkt schnell vorbei ist. Man spürt keine Energie und es ist keine ausreichende Katharsis da, auf welche der Film hinsteuerte und die wesentlich stärker sein sollte.
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Es gefällt mir, wie Sylvester Stallone mit Rambo arbeitet und wie er aus ihm im Laufe der Zeit einen regelrechten tragischen Helden gemacht hat, in dessen Denken und Handeln ich diesmal etwas fast shakespearehaftes gesehen habe. Wirklich. Wenn er die Nichte vor der Suche nach dem entfremdeten Vater warnt, spricht er über das Böse und darüber, wie man es nicht loswird… Natürlich ist jedem klar, was weiter passiert. Aber gerade weil wir es wissen, geht von dieser Szene so eine Kraft aus. Wir sehen Rambo leiden, ohne dass ihn gerade jemand mit dem Messer schneiden würde. Uns wird bewusst, dass er zwar nach Hause zurückgekehrt ist und zu Hause lebt, aber in Wirklichkeit nicht zu Hause ist. Aus dieser Sicht ist der erste Teil des Films (über den ich so oft gelesen habe, dass er wie aus einer Soap-Opera ist, langweilig, lang, langwierig und dies und jenes) ungeheuer wichtig und vor allem interessant. Wenn dann Rambos Reise nach Mexiko kommt und die Kette reißt, kann es nicht anders als maximal brutal werden, weil ihn so wie jetzt noch niemand verletzt hat. Und er wird es mit gleicher Münze heimzahlen (die Rache am Hauptschuft zeigt, dass Rambo keine Vorliebe für Metaphern hat). Falls Sie also nur eine Schlächterei am Ende erwarten und falls Sie die Figur von John Rambo überhaupt nicht interessiert, bleiben Sie zu Hause und verderben dem Film nicht die Bewertung.
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Achtzig Minuten graue, alt hergebrachte Melancholie ohne einen Hauch von Action und fünfzehn Minuten beschleunigter Raubzüge Kevin - Allein zu Haus. Das ist kurz gesagt der letzte Rambo. Und wollen das wirklich einige? Nach der qualitativen, actiongeladenen und vor allem spannungsgeladenen Vierteiler, bei dem die gesamte Reihe würdig hätte enden sollen, kommt praktisch ein unbegründetes Wiegenlied, das auf einem banalen Drehbuch und künstlich konstruierten Emotionen eines eindimensionalen Nebencharakters basiert, der plötzlich in die etablierte Reihe gestellt wird und die Zuschauer sollen weich werden. Eine vergessenswerte Fortsetzung mit hässlichen CGI-Effekten und ein Film, der keinerlei Engagement des John Rambo Charakters würdig ist.
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The story is simple as a Justin Bieber fan, but surprisingly it does makes sense. Like the previous episodes, this is a prime Republican flick, where even the Bulgarian production background doesn't matter. And Stallone, even though he's over seventy, is still badass, he doesn't come across as over-the-top in his iconic position, and it never occurred to me while watching that he should call it a day. And many thanks for the lack of political correctness, Sly never gave a toss about that.
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The trailers didn't promise a fundamentally accomplished film, but I still believed I would get one in the cinema. Well, I didn't. The Fifth Rambo is not very good , but not because of the craftsmanship, lack of action or cheapness. Rather, it's because it's not really Rambo. It's more like Emo-Rambo. Sylvester Stallone spends an hour and a quarter trying to look like a man struggling with his inner demons and a past of violence, but appreciating that something good has finally come into his life. And it takes him a hell of a long time to turn into the Rambo we know and love (or at least I do). We don't really see any action until the last half hour and it's extremely brutal and for a while I felt like I was watching a crossover of Saw and Friday the 13th rather than Rambo, but I didn't mind. What bothered me was the hour and a quarter before that, in which they completely nonsensically devote space to new characters and try to explore the inner workings of a cinematic warrior. Regardless of the fact that there's not really much there, and we already saw the little there is in the fourth outing. If it weren't called Rambo, I'd probably be more forgiving of this whiny B movie and the wait for the finale. But as a conclusion to a classic action franchise, it's unnecessary at best. And quite sad at times.
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A solid farewell to Rambo, and even though the critics are grumbling I'm almost excited. Sylvester Stallone still has it, and he's as respected as an angry bull. Story-wise the film brings nothing new and follows the revenge template, but thankfully it takes place in the unpleasant setting of Mexico, which I simply enjoy, and the ubiquitous filth is portrayed quite solidly. The biggest asset though is of course the final half hour, which takes the best of Home Alone and Saw and is literally a parade of gore scenes that will have you drooling and sweating. In the finale, Rambo: Last Blood becomes an exploitation horror film, and there hasn't been a bigger carnage since Evil Dead. I felt physically uncomfortable as I haven't in a long time when he breaks that collarbone. Those who want to find faults will find them, and those who want a great 90 minutes will enjoy the film. 85%!
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It’s not too surprising that Stallone has never been able to understand that he simply cannot replicate one of the greatest successes of his career. The name Rambo has very little significance in relation to one fictional character. Its cultural capital and iconic nature are derived solely from Rambo: First Blood Part II and its association with the waning days of the Cold War. Stallone’s tenacious effort to continue the franchise’s box-office success was still endearingly entertaining in the third instalment thanks to the camp dimension of that film. The fourth one was just tiresome and toxic with it old man’s stubbornness and toxic conservativeness. Because Stallone doesn’t have any sense of humour or self-reflection, the title of the parody flick Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping describes his career. Like Sly, unfortunately, some of his viewers still hope to at least dip a toe into the old waters. To this day, I still remember the wearying disappointment creeping through the screening room at the cinema. It’s true that the particular screening was on the day of the premiere as part of a double feature with the iconic First Blood Part II at the Aero cinema in Prague. The futile digital effects and the drawn-out ideologically focused melodrama about the need to protect the US southern border were downright off-putting for the viewers looking forward to bombastic action, which finally came after 90 gruelling minutes with truly devastating sadistic explicitness, so the irritated audience welcomed it with a clamorous roar of relief. However, that doesn’t change the fact that all of the other sequels only diminish the legacy and significance of Rambo: First Blood Part II as a pop-culture milestone. On the other hand, that’s a good thing, because we now live in a different era and a different world. It’s just a shame that Stallone still doesn’t understand that.
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I gave this a slightly higher rating because it’s just the kind of film you make a daughter watch if she refuses to do what she’s told… This brutal Rambo epilogue has a long, unsurprising exposition, a classic western structure and an aging legend that can still deliver the goods. Direct, hard-hitting. The climax in John’s tunnel of surprises is really bloody and the annihilation of the evil Mexicans is heartwarming... Hehehe.
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Rambo has changed in the last two episodes and it's understandable because Stallone has changed, too. While the first three episodes show Rambo as essentially a good guy cornered by the political system and other people's prejudices, the last two episodes refer very well to current issues in the world today and the inability to systematically address them effectively enough. It doesn't matter if it's tribal wars in Burma or hunting prostituted girls in Mexico. Both are and have been more or less topical, and both Stallone and Grunberg are keeping within identical intentions and boundaries. So the last episode is still a relatively dark, raw carnage, only that it moves from the natural jungle to the urban jungle, with similar results and message – it is there, you just need to find among the clichés that surrounds it. Because yes, somehow a simple revenge story has to be grafted onto that core in order to even make it to the cinemas and at least be somewhat appealing to those viewers who only see the peripheral attributes of explicit violence, cool weapons and an iconic hero. The objections are that it's not quite the same, but when compared to the original films, which had a completely different focus and defined 1980s action. You have to take into account that this is still the same hero at the core, just living in a different time, in a different world. It doesn't reach the high-octane carnage of the previous episode, but I take the melancholic first half as well as the second one any day.
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Rambo could actually choose between two genres. Either following in the footsteps of the first installment, it could have been a drama about war trauma or the godless action carnage of an unbreakable machine along the lines of all the other installments. Except it doesn't have a second option because of the protagonist's limitations, and it's too stupid for the first one. Because of the protagonist's limitations. Sylvester Stallone is one of Hollywood's most annoying stars. His incessant need for self-presentation, dabbling in scripting and production, grandiose declarations and the gloriola of his own supposed wise old man's modesty twisted the entirety of Rambo: Last Blood into a very agonizingly twisted corpse that is incapable of meeting even the simplest expectations of an action movie. The first twenty minutes are a celebration of honest work, in which we watch a sweaty Stallone exercise a horse, a sweaty Stallone hammer a nail, a sweaty Stallone spin some wheels, or a sweaty Stallone forge an iron bar. There are no action scenes in the film, just a bunch of shots of the protagonist hitting someone with a hammer or a knife. The final confusion, where we watch fifty people casually walking down identical corridors and randomly falling into some traps, is the most disturbing film finale of the year. Most importantly, please make this 'old-school and honest' spectacle all animated next time. Who's supposed to watch those digital flames and funny pools of blood?
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I wasn’t expecting any miracles, and I didn't get any. Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, grandpa John clearly beats grandpa Rocky. As I expected, there were no impressive acting performances, but I was okay with that. What really annoyed me were the totally pathetic dialogues and even worse monologues. Since I do like the occasional bloodshed, I considered the duel of the killer commando against the sprightly senior citizen in his underground labyrinth pretty decent entertainment, so I give three stars out of nostalgia. 3*-
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As someone who really enjoys action films from the 80s and 90s, I was incredibly excited about the continuation of this now legendary action saga. Sylvester Stallone reprises his role, and I was truly impressed by his physical condition (as they say... age is just a number... this phrase definitely gives you something to think about) and also by his acting. His remarkable performance emotionally drew me in, and I believed in his role as the seasoned Vietnam veteran even at his age (which I was most worried about before going to the movie theater, fearing it might come off as cheap and embarrassing... but those concerns were erased within minutes). As for the story, the film spends a bit over an hour on family drama, but this segment offers many good moments and dialogues that aren’t just filler but have a serious undertone that intrigued me. Also, it features some of the most intense GORE moments (such as the open clavicle fracture), definitely not for the faint-hearted. The last twenty minutes are what every viewer was waiting for. Rambo, as the home handyman, sets up a few traps, and the flock of sheep belonging to the Mexican cartel falls right into them. The originality of this twenty-minute segment is off the charts, so you have a lot to look forward to :) The main soundtrack was pleasantly surprising as well. As many people have said... Today's generation has John Wick, while the older generation still swears by another action icon: JOHN RAMBO. I give it 85% and personally say... Ignore the critics! Form your own opinion!
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