Saw Rambo III. Whereas the last Rambo film was a horror movie, this one was a travel show. Rambo does the series-mandated song and dance about how he doesn't want to get involved again, oh but he has to? Oh well, I guess if he has to... After this business is done with, we are then treated to Rambo the tourist visiting Afghanistan. He tours the caves on horseback, regaled by his colorful ethnic guide with stories of Afghani history and folk songs. Eventually they arrive at a freedom-fighter camp and Rambo meets all the Mujahideens and makes friends with a child soldier. I thought this was neat and funny but the Russians (oh those crafty Russians!) are up to their usual tricks and must be dealt a one-man lesson by El Rambonito.
So, with forty-five minutes or so left in the film, we finally get to the battle scenes and what was once almost educational becomes grim and violent. Ho hum. Series fans will no doubt like this bit but I am watching this series joylessly, compulsively, and found it to be kind of tedious. The nuclear-tipped arrows from the last episode make another appearance though, which I enjoyed. Kind of a schlocky, dumb movie, but what did you expect? If you go in wanting explosions, vague patriotism, and absolutely no female characters at all, you won't be disappointed.
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