Rambo returns now long past his killing machine mode and civilian mode where his daughter by proxy is abducted by Mexican drug syndicate and are sex slavers in this tired and unnecessary sequel. Rambo V is disappointing for a simple reason that the script is just awful. Like Rambo V is a straight to video movie that somehow has been named Rambo, only to turn into Home Alone. Again most of this is really lazy and pedestrian, indeed a lot of it reminds me of Death Wish V in how Bronson depended more on booby traps than bodycount machine guns. In the 90s when I saw that (in theaters, believe it or not) there was a sort of watchable edge, and a great performance from Michael Parks as the villain, Rambo V lacks that villain, it also turns Rambo into an idiot who make absurd mistakes. Like just walking up to said drug lords, instead of you know being covert and setting up traps. Rambo does later do this to save said proxy daughter and killing a Mr. Big type, but it begs the question why he didn't do it earlier. The answer is simply the script stinks. Rambo V then isn't so bad, so much as it is routine. It's the type of movie that is so forgettable it evaporates from memory seconds after you leave the theater. To be fair, there is a poetic ending of Rambo sitting on a rocking chair, but aside from that and the Home Alone carnage of the climax, Rambo V is yet another uninspired nostalgic cash grab.
* * Out Of 4-(Fair)
* * Out Of 4-(Fair)