Reid Volk’s review:
Imagine that you are laying in a field of lilies. The earth is silent. Trees are gently swaying, their branches dancing with the wind. The air smells sweet and deep down you know everything is right with the world.
Suddenly...and seemingly out of nowhere...you begin hearing indecipherable and furious mumbling. Before you have time to take stock of the situation, Stallone is standing above you. His gun aimed at your face, you attempt to plead for your life. Yet, before the words can leave your mouth, you look deeply into his eyes and can see instantly that he does not care.
He doesn't have time to care. Stallone only has time to take out the trash, and unfortunately for you...it's tuesday.