<![CDATA[Gawker: rambo]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: rambo]]> http://gawker.com/tag/rambo http://gawker.com/tag/rambo <![CDATA[Sly Stallone Voice Mail Clarifies Subtleties of Rambo 5]]> Leave it to the media to get the story wrong. Last week, the web was swarming with talk that the new Rambo movie would bejust a big dumb action flick. Hard to imagine anyone would believe such talk.

After leaking details of the rich and interwoven themes he planned for the fifth installment of the Rambo cycle, auteur Sylvester Stallone was dismayed to pick up his internet and find Harry Knowles' Aintitcool readers comparing the planned film to of all things Universal Soldier. And unfavorably! And somehow getting it into their brains that Jonathan Rambo would fight robot soldiers in this latest installment.

But it got so bad that Stallone himself was forced to call the nerd king and leave a message roughly stating: You pathetic ignoramus. Forgive me for thinking you and your legions of imbeciles could grasp the complexity of my planned meta-text about the meaning of violence, and how within physical expressions of interior alienation, the signifier folds back upon the signified, forming an eternally comingled metaphor for destruction's interdependency. Somehow, I thought that was clear enough to everyone, but I suppose I'll have to hold your hand through every inch of this journey.

If you want to listen to the voicemail yoursel, Knowles has posted it on his site. Some excepts:

I appreciate you posting that but I think there's been one slight confusion because of all the talk back, I think the majority of these individuals misunderstood. It's not Universal Soldier; it's not me fighting some super solider. It's actually a feral beast. It's a thing. It's this amalgamation of fury and intelligence. And pure unadulterated rage. It's before men became human. This is when they were still inhuman, and so what he confronts is something that is one's virtual nightmare but in no sense of the world does he go against quote a Dolph Lundgren or Claude Van Damme, a Universal super soldier. He's going against a feral beast.

That's what makes it uniquely different. It's like man conscious fighting this dark, dangerous, uncontrollable subconscious.

I wish somehow you could take this message and give it to people that what they assume is Stallone or Rambo battling a squad of super-soldiers is just the opposite. It's your worst nightmare. You're battling your primitive self, which has a lot more cunning and power than you can ever imagine.

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<![CDATA[Life for Mickey Rourke Post-Oscar Includes Tea-Sipping with Sly]]> Mickey Rourke's post-Oscar life has swiftly come into focus.

1. Picks his new traveling companion, Jaws.
2. Leaves LA, snazzy suits behind.
3. Signs up for Stallone movie. Sells out.

Yep.

Somehow we were imagining a more artful finish to his Oscar letdown. Maybe, he'd follow up The Wrestler with another heart-wrenching turn in a small indie film that cements his position as one of our Greatest Actors. Unfortunately, Iron Man 2 ins-and-outs aside, it looks like Rourke is going the sell-out route: joining up with Sylvester Stallone in his next action flick The Expendables, which has an all-star cast that's an odd consortium of A-List and D-List, including Dolph Lungdren, Ben Kingsley, and Jet Li.

The two were spotted in L.A. a few days after the Oscars having tea together, which seems sort of wrong. Mickey Rourke and Sylvester Stallone should be drinking Everclear straight out of the bottle and giving each other shots of Human Growth Hormone, not sipping tea.

Anyway, that's not the Stallone movie that makes us sad. (I should point out I have inexplicable reserves of love for Mickey, so Mickey if you're reading this, consider this tough love): It's the possibility that the wrestler will be slumming it in Rambo V.

We understand a man's gotta eat, but isn't it possible to star as a villain in something a bit cooler, like say a Bourne thriller, instead of Rambo? Or even a part in Rocky would be better. Oh, wait…

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<![CDATA[The Only Watchable Homemade Movie Remake]]> raiders-remake-ballchase.jpgYesterday afternoon, while I was not watching Be Kind Rewind, I wondered, why don't they just make an entire film that's a homemade version of a real one? That seems easier. In fact, that was done to Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark in the magical pre-YouTube age of 1982-88 by three 12-18 year olds — that is, the kids started shooting the film in sequence at age 12, and by the last scenes they were several years older, so they age during the movie, which apparently is not the only reason this feature-length shot-for-shot remake of Raiders is entirely watchable, by complete strangers, for more than art/camp value. That's what every news report (one came out every few months since Spielberg discovered the film in 2002) says. CLIPS GALORE, and a link to the entire remake, below.

The film won over Wired, Vanity Fair, the Age, and the London Times. The creation story was optioned a while back, but it's been beaten to release by the upcoming cute but too-hip Son of Rambow, which is the same story in England with two Cockney kids. Here's the trailer for that:

In contrast, this BBC segment on Raiders shows some footage from the homemade remake:

In short, Raiders: Adaptation sounds less exhaustingly twee than Rambow or Rewind, and maybe even more fun than the new actual Indiana Jones. I'm still downloading it, but this is apparently a working Bittorrent file of the remake. (While the movie's been screened in several cities, it's never been officially released or even authorized by Spielberg and Lucas.) If you feel bad about stealing it, remember that the whole movie technically is stealing!

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<![CDATA[As a director, Rambo auteur Sylvester Stallone...]]> As a director, Rambo auteur Sylvester Stallone is as ruthless as he is brilliant; dare to defy him, and you can be sure that when you show up to work the next day, you'll suddenly be listed on the call sheet as "Unknown Hostage Devoured By Man-Eating Pigs #3" or "Mercenary Landmine Victim": "One extra whose role as a mercenary consisted of a silent march through the jungle convinced the sound department to outfit him with a mic. 'He delivered this rambling monologue about his life back in Colorado, when he had no lines at all' says Logan. When Sly saw the rushes, he was furious. 'Boom! That guy got blown up instead.'" [Complex]

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<![CDATA[Record 97.5 Million Viewers Tune In To Super Bowl Goliath-Slaying]]> brady-super.jpg· According to Nielsen's preliminary overnight ratings, a record number of Super Bowl viewers tuned in to watch the Giants shock the world™ by upsetting the heavily favored, once-unbeatable-seeming Patriots, with 97.5 million people tuning in (and 105.9 million at its peak) for the game. The telecast may also finish as the second-most-watched event of all time, behind MASH's 1983 finale. [THR]
· Rewarding him for his ability to profitably resurrect the Rambo franchise, Nu Image/Millenium Films signs new international political icon Sylvester Stallone to write and direct two more action flicks; blogging convention dictates that we must identify these next projects as long-awaited sequels to films from his back catalog, like Cobras and Over the Top 2: Back Over the Top. [THR]

· In a reversal of the recent trend sweeping Hollywood's nontelevised awards shows, the Coen Brothers were able to take home the PGA's top honor for No Country for Old Men without any unfortunate heckling incidents. [Variety]
· AFTRA wants to sneak in and negotiate before SAG, telling the studios that they're ready to talk in March. [Variety]
· Universal finally selects Pushing Daisies' Anna Friel as Will Ferrell's Land of the Lost romantic interest, setting up the love triangle between the actress, Ferrell's "disgraced paleontologist," and the surprisingly seductive Chaka. [THR]

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<![CDATA[After 'Rambo' Banning In Myanmar, Stallone Offers To Take On Military Government In Person]]> stallone-rambo.jpgSylvester Stallone's Rambo, the writer/director's powerful documentary on a mysterious, monosyllabic American boatman's struggle to unseat the bloodthirsty military regime subjugating Myanmar, has struck such a chord within the country that its ruling junta is trying to stop the cinematic call-to-action from reaching Yangon's black-market DVD stalls, where it could incite widespread rebellion by those inspired by Stallone's rousing catchphrases:

These incredibly brave people have found, kind of a voice, in a very odd way, in American cinema... They've actually used some of the film's quotes as rallying points," Stallone, 61, said in a telephone interview.
"That, to me, is the one of the proudest moments I've ever had in film."

Residents in Yangon told Reuters this week that police had given strict orders to DVD hawkers to not stock the movie — named simply "Rambo". Locals said fans had "gone crazy" over lines in the hero's brusque dialog such as: "Live for nothing. Die for something."

Heartened that his Burmese target audience had adopted that stirring rallying cry over Rambo's ambivalent, but equally as catchy, "Fuck the world!" dismissal of his heroic mission in the film's first act, Stallone has offered to travel to the region and confront the junta personally:

"I'm only hoping that the Burmese military, because they take such incredible offence to this, would call it lies and scurrilous propaganda. Why don't you invite me over?" he said.

"Let me take a tour of your country without someone pointing a gun at my head and we'll show you where all the bodies are buried... Or let's go debate in Washington in front of a congressional hearing... But I doubt that's going to happen."

Even though it's unlikely that officials from the country will take him up on his Congressional challenge, Stallone should have further opportunities to champion the cause; expect him to accept the invitation of some Myanmar ex-pats to host another protest screening in Singapore like the one that took place on Sunday, where the star can distribute official Rambo "Live for Nothing, Die for Something" t-shirts to replace the homemade "We pursue peace, justice and democracy for Burma" garments that less stirringly communicate the heart of their struggle.

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<![CDATA[The Only Rambo Review You'll Ever Need]]>
Though we did try to communicate the level of pre-release excitement that consumed us during the run-up to Friday's debut of Rambo by sharing charts and pointing out near-unanimous critical support for our breathless anticipation of what we were sure would prove an instant classic, we never got around to offering our post-screening thoughts on Sylvester Stallone's opus. But rather than bore you with fifteen uninterrupted, giddy minutes of mimicking the sound of heads burst like overripe watermelons by high-caliber machine-gun fire, allow us to instead substitute the above, more considered appraisal of the movie's merits by a leading online critic. Enjoy.

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<![CDATA[Spoofed Spartans Edge Out Stallone's Big, Blood-Drenched Comeback]]> rambo2.jpgAs you try to wash off the last of the oil you liberally applied to your torso for your unselfconsciously shirtless Rambo outing, have a look at the weekend's box office numbers:

1. Meet The Spartans - $18.725 million
2. Rambo - $18.150 million
America, it seems, has let Sylvester Stallone down. He gives and he gives, even a good twenty years past his cinematic prime, by offering up an exhausting 236 kills in a taut, blink-and-you-missed-the-slaughter- of-half-the-Burmese-army 93 minutes and still he's subjected to the indignity of finishing behind a third-rate spoof flick.

Still, Rambo performed well enough that executive producer Harvey Weinstein is already making noise about adding another chapter to the franchise, perhaps one in which the monosyllabic, mom-jeans-wearing killing machine plies his brutal trade back in the States, tripling his staggering Myanmar body count in an utterly punishing 68 minutes in an attempt to reclaim his rightful place atop the domestic box office.

3. 27 Dresses - $13.6 million
Meanwhile, in screenings of Rambo all over the country, guys found themselves powerless to stop the dates they'd cajoled into an evening of watching their favorite semi-retired vigilante blow holes the size of cannon balls into the midsections of his swarming, rape-crazed enemies from storming out of the theater, then seeking out the warm, comforting embrace of Katherine Heigl for a second time.

4. Cloverfield - $12.7 million
With a 68% drop-off from its January-record-shattering· opening weekend, we're forced to conclude that widespread reports about Cloverfield Barf Syndrome kept the weak of stomach far from the film and its vertigo-inducing camerawork.

5. Untraceable- $11.2 million
We realize that torture porn is a dying genre, but perhaps the Untraceable's debut performance would've been stronger if the studio had more fully embraced its sensational, gruesome-murder-by-online-video premise by titling it SnuffTube.

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<![CDATA[Ryan Seacrest Buys Ellen A Useful Toy For Her Birthday]]>
· Wait a minute: Did Ryan Seacrest think he was giving Ellen a dildo in a fun little gift bag? Oh, that's just a bingo stamper, and not a Big Blue Violator? What a silly mix-up! An honest mistake, really.
· Mona Lisa with a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher would've made a much better Rambo poster.
· Mary-Kate Olsen's thought process upon receiving that fateful call from the masseuse, in flowchart form.
· "Those pigs were about 400 pounds each, and there were four of them. I was tied pretty tight into that pigpen by my neck and my hands, and my mouth was gagged. At one point while we were filming one of the pigs broke through the fence and actually came right at me. I was freaking out, and they were rushing in to try to get me out, and of course Sly is in the background yelling, 'Keep the cameras rolling!'"

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<![CDATA[Nauseated Critics Reveal That 'Rambo' Is Every Bit As Stomach-Churningly Violent As We've Dared To Dream]]>
The critics have spoken: Rambo is the nauseatingly brutal, 2.59-gruesome-kills-per-minute, Burmese-missionary-eviscerating, desperation-comeback-vehicle thrill-ride of the late-January moviegoing season! "Stunningly, unrelenting violent," declares the Dallas Morning News! "[A]n adrenaline pump and purveyor of raw carnage[!!!]," raves the Philadelphia Inquirer.

"Blowing heads off and slicing abdomens is man's work...the movie does have its own kind of blockheaded poetry," says a quote we've shamelessly strung together from two disconnected paragraphs by the NY Times' A.O. Scott in an attempt to pump up the head-exploding, critical-outrage action of this round-up. It should go without saying that these reviews have only served to make us more excited for our Rambo outing this weekend, with our moviegoing plans now expanded to include our shirtless, bandoliered attendance at all five of the ArcLight's Saturday screenings, brandishing the (inoperable—come on, we're not crazy) rocket-launcher we plan to pick up at Supply Sergeant before we head over to the theater.

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<![CDATA[New 'Rambo' Promises The Franchise's Most Impressive Body Count To Date]]>
We never did get around to buying a ticket to Rocky Balboa during its theatrical run, as obsolescent action star Sylvester Stallone's comeback vehicle promised (at best) a body count limited to a sexagenarian pugilist whose steroid-weakened heart exploded from the exertion of flailing in the general direction of an opponent four decades his junior. After reviewing the above LAT chart (full scan here) detailing the carnage depicted in each chapter of the Rambo saga, however, we have no such concerns about the new installment's violence level; not only will we show up at the multiplex on Friday night, we'll be in our seats well before the coming attractions begin, knowing that with a staggering rate of 2.59 deaths-per-minute, wandering in during the opening credit sequence could deprive us of the experience of double-digit kills.

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<![CDATA[A helpful MUNI-station artiste in San Francisco...]]> rambo-rimbaud.jpgA helpful MUNI-station artiste in San Francisco wanted to make sure there would be no confusion when it came to Sylvester Stallone's much-anticipated upcoming release: You'll be catching Rambo, the tale of a jungle mercenary eviscerating the Burmese with a machine gun and machete, not Rimbaud, the tale of a 19th century French gay poet whose life was already committed to film by a young Leonardo DiCaprio in Total Eclipse. Clearer now? [Slash Film]

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<![CDATA[All Hail The Hero's Return: The 'Rambo' Trailer Goes Live]]>
Back in May, the internet-leaking gods gifted us with some hyperviolent footage from a project then-titled John Rambo, starring sexagenarian superstar Sylvester Stallone, eager to prove that after a nip/tuck here and a human growth hormone injection there, he was more than up to the task of hunting down yet another yellow-skinned army through a reptile-infested jungle using nothing more than his trusted bowie knife, a pocket flamethrower, and his bare hands.

The trailer for that movie, now streamlined to the far less unwieldy Rambo, will precede screenings of Saw IV. But for those who wish not to subject themselves to yet another 90-minutes of Rube Goldbergesque killing contraptions, we feature it for you here, completely free of charge, save for the part of your cherished childhood that will evaporate watching a hero of your past embark on a desperate hunt for former action-movie glory. That said, those machine guns and cobras do kind of look wicked-cool.

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<![CDATA[Oprah's Male Viewers Learn About Their Bodies]]>
· Earlier today, guest Oprah genitorturer Dr. Oz demonstrated the proper technique for ball-busting. There's a good chance you're not going to watch this one if you've eaten recently.
· Paula Abdul says she's ready for a baby, even if that means adopting. Unfortunately, the interview was conducted before Britney Spears' children hit the market, so no one got to ask if she'd be willing to provide a good home for a pair of Malibu refugees.
· Stallone intimates that the real-life atrocities he witnessed in Myanmar are even more disturbing than the ones you'll soon be able to see in John Rambo.
· Right about now you probably need some unicorns to make the icky feelings from the preceding links go away.

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