Rambo may have said goodbye to the jungle (Rambo II) and the desert (Rambo III) and the humble life of a swamp boat guide (John Rambo), but the treachery and tragedy of those arenas are not done with him. Even returning to the good ole' US of Aaaaah to live out his retirement in the heartland can't serve as an escape from baddies that underestimate his talents. This new spread of amber whispy wheat is an idyllic picture of serenity. The only disappointing thing about this setting is that you just know Rambo would be able to make a kick-ass treehouse in the Redwoods and that feels like a missed opportunity.
Unfortunately, Farmer Bo's existential haystack is turned topsy turvy when his surrogate daughter is captured and killed by a gang of cartel cockroaches south of the border. The ghastly goons even emerge victorious against Rambo in game 1. Little do they know the game isn't over. NOTHING is over! Hell, this isn't even a best of 4 game series. All they can really take credit for is a lucky round. John R may be knocking on AARP's door, but he's nowhere close to pushing a walker.
From this point on, gore galore is what you have in store as Rambo lures his enemies back to his domain of demolition. You've heard of a house of horrors. Well, behold the compound of carnage, the tunnels of terror, the subterranean maze of submachine guns and Rambooby traps. Mayhem ensues as these bumbling bastards are rendered invalid with every wrong turn. The typical cartel footsoldier would be wise not to fool himself into thinking he could come close to capturing or even wounding baby boomer Rambo. No, if you're a drug dealer's drone, your only concern while you're down in Rambo's dungeon of doom is surviving until the end of that groovy Doors song ...that's assuming that your boss doesn't destroy the speaker in a fit of frustration. This third act action sequence is like a live action adaptation of whack-a-mole, where premature decapitation is something you'd pray for as a less painful demise. You can pretty much hear Shao Khan utter, "Fatality!" repeatedly.
If this is indeed the Last Blood, it leaves a lasting impression ...on your rib cage.
Unfortunately, Farmer Bo's existential haystack is turned topsy turvy when his surrogate daughter is captured and killed by a gang of cartel cockroaches south of the border. The ghastly goons even emerge victorious against Rambo in game 1. Little do they know the game isn't over. NOTHING is over! Hell, this isn't even a best of 4 game series. All they can really take credit for is a lucky round. John R may be knocking on AARP's door, but he's nowhere close to pushing a walker.
From this point on, gore galore is what you have in store as Rambo lures his enemies back to his domain of demolition. You've heard of a house of horrors. Well, behold the compound of carnage, the tunnels of terror, the subterranean maze of submachine guns and Rambooby traps. Mayhem ensues as these bumbling bastards are rendered invalid with every wrong turn. The typical cartel footsoldier would be wise not to fool himself into thinking he could come close to capturing or even wounding baby boomer Rambo. No, if you're a drug dealer's drone, your only concern while you're down in Rambo's dungeon of doom is surviving until the end of that groovy Doors song ...that's assuming that your boss doesn't destroy the speaker in a fit of frustration. This third act action sequence is like a live action adaptation of whack-a-mole, where premature decapitation is something you'd pray for as a less painful demise. You can pretty much hear Shao Khan utter, "Fatality!" repeatedly.
If this is indeed the Last Blood, it leaves a lasting impression ...on your rib cage.