"I... I...." I muttered.
"Are you okay?" she said, looking at me, with a worried expression.
"Yes, I think so," I answered. There was a tone of melancholy in my voice.
"You sure? You look a little... off," she said.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said. "It's just that.... It's over."
She smiled. You know, this sort of smile that has a certain comfort.
"I know," she said. "It's the same I felt after reading the last 'Harry Potter' book. But…
First time I saw this film, I was nearly thirty. Up until then I had always thought Rambo was this typical mainstream, all-muscles-no-brain kind of explosion-action flick, where Stallone shirtless showed all kinds of muscles while ripping throats open and killing whole armies alone with his bare hands.
It is safe to say I was surprised.
Mainly by the depth in the Rambo character. That guy has issues, and Stallone really proved himself as an actor portraying this.
To avoid the awful experience that is "realizing a pretty fond childhood memory actually no longer isn't that funny," I have watched this film at least once a year ever since it was released back in '90. Works like a charm. I totally love this film! Still.
Once this film rolls on screen, I'm turned into a ten year old boy, and the ten year old boy in me has a blast EVERY - SINGLE - TIME! This is just pure, perfect family entertainment!