Full Blown Stallone
You know a film I’m really looking forward to? Rambo.
Please stop doing that snorty laugh thing.
Look, I’m part of the ultra-violence generation. Brain corrupting video-games, Robocop, staying up far too late to watch Mark Cousins on BBC 2, all of it. Action films have become anaemic PG friendly revenue generators, with no nasty swears and absolutely positively none of that Godless sexin’. I need my killfix. Quickly, before I lose myself and go out in a hoodie looking for a right-thinking common-sense member of the public to beat to death.
Sly’s actually written well about plans for both Rambo and in the run up to Rocky Balboa over on Ain’t It Cool News and please will you stop laughing now. I don’t care. It’s been great to see how enthusiastic he’s been to revisit the old characters, though it helps to love the original Rocky more than it probably deserves.
Which I do. It’s in the top ten somewhere, perched uneasily next to other worthier works, like Twelve Angry Men, Fellini’s 8 1/2, and Predator 2.
What?
I still haven’t seen Rocky Balboa, not because I don’t want to but because I missed it in the cinema and there’s still a part of me that thinks it’ll get another showing somewhere so I can see it on the big screen. Which, I grant you, is a little odd.
Speaking of long-delayed sequels, I keep going back and forth on the new Indiana Jones. I read somewhere that Kingdom of the Crystal Skull will be thematically based on a 50s B movie, in the same way that the originals are 30s adventure serials. Which is a little worrying, because while I understand why Lucas and Spielberg need to put a new spin on it, I’m really not sure that grey melon-headed Aztec spacemen squirreled away in a New Mexico bunker quite suits the occult archaeology angle.
