I was all set to mock Sylvester Stallone’s fourth and pointless installment of RAMBO when I read this plot description:
“(the movie) finds Rambo living a monastic lifestyle in Bangkok and salvaging old PT boats and tanks for scrap metal. (‘It’s like he’s stripping himself down,’ says the actor, pensively. ‘That old piece of military equipment.’) When a group of volunteers bringing supplies into Burma disappears, a relative of one of the missing missionaries begs Rambo to find them.”
All these jokes about a monastic lifestyle, Sly’s once-infamous onset demands to “lick the balls, stroke the shaft,” human growth hormone, and the two dollars that Rocky 6 made were just FERMENTING in my overactive imagination when I took a look at Rocky 6′s worldwide box office gross. And I mean GROSS:
$147 MILLION. Whaaaa?
Damn you, Sly. You totally stole my thunder. Now I have no advice to give you. Except maybe to keep taking that human-growth hormone. I have a feeling it’s the only thing attaching that stroke-victim’s face to your skull. I know you don’t have great role models for aging gracefully:
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