With the two Creed films Stallone gave us a nice revisit of his other iconic character, that of heavyweight boxer Rocky Balboa, but in those film he never stepped into the ring to fight instead he passed the torch to the son of Apollo Creed, yet with Rambo: Last Blood we have Stallone wading into a massive bloodbath of carnage and extreme violence. There will be no passing of the torch with this series.
The fourth Rambo film ended with our hero returning to the family farm, presumably to hang up his spurs, and this entry takes place eleven years later where we find that he has a kind of adopted family, his housekeeper Maria (Adriana Barraza) and her 18-year-old granddaughter, Gabrielle (Yvette Monreal), who has become like a daughter to Rambo. The story finally gets going when Gabrielle decides to track down her deadbeat dad, who beat her mother and left when she died of cancer, but Rambo is against this because he knows her father was a soulless villain and any meeting will, at best, end in tears. Needless to say, Gabrielle ignores Rambo’s warnings and takes off for a trip south of the border to confront dear ole dad and she soon finds herself captured by sex traffickers. As one would have expected. Rambo takes it upon himself to bring her home, unfortunately, he fails to call his Expendables pals and he wanders into cartel territory with no plan and just a knife and a prayer as backup.
Couldn’t he have at least called Jason Statham?
A young girl in foreign a land taken by sex traffickers, who then has her “father” come to the rescue, may seem a little familiar and is because we all saw Liam Neeson in Taken. This is the key problem with Rambo: Last Blood as it never really feels like a Rambo film, it doesn’t have the brooding anti-establishment of the original First Blood nor does it have the over-the-top superhero action of the first two sequels; it just comes across as a Taken rip-off with some really extreme moments of violence added to spice things up. Eventually the movie brings the fight back home, with the cartel in a motorcade of evil heading for the Rambo homestead, and what follows could basically be called an “R” rated version of Home Alone as Rambo has set up numerous - and boy do I mean numerous - booby-traps to take out the convoy of killers. The problem here is the villains of Rambo: Last Blood are not only two-dimensional nothings but they never seem to be much of a threat to our hero – aside from him losing in his first encounter with them, because he briefly became a moron, they are nothing more than exploding meat sacks – and when they step into his underground labyrinth of death it doesn’t even come close to being suspenseful.
On the plus side Stallone gives us as a somewhat more verbose version of John Rambo, who in the past mostly got one major monologue per movie, and when the ultra-violence kicks in it is something to behold, but when the film’s 89 minutes running time finally draws to a close I was left rather cold, it didn’t seem like the proper ending to this franchise, and then during the end credits director Adrian Grunberg had the audacity to give us footage from the previous four films in the franchise. I’m guessing this was a final reminder that we’d been watching a Rambo film even though aside from Stallone, a knife and a bow and arrow it can only charitably be called a Rambo movie. This was not the final chapter I was looking for; instead of us getting a satisfying last installment in the story of John Rambo we got a film that was equal parts Taken, Home Alone and Death Wish 2. Fans of ultra-violence may get a kick out of Rambo: Last Blood but those who actually liked David Morrell’s character may want to give this one a pass.
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