RAMBO - Not too shabby!!!

Ok- So Sly is back at 61....Rambo is a geezer, right? No way! Though not the same savage force that made David Caruso cry like a schoolgirl twenty five years ago, he still has some gas in the tank. I have read some reviews that have been extremely critical of John "Crusie till the Tires fall off" Rambo making a comeback but I for one am glad he did. Make no mistake, there will be no Rambo representation at the Academy Awards but the movie delivered on what it promised: one mullet, ten words, and lots of automatic gun fire... Actually if you scrapped the hideously unnecessary dialog in the first twenty minutes of the film, this quarter of the Rambo pie might surpass the previous two. All in all I would give a thumbs up and let Mr. Stallone know that he's still got it! Rock on Johnnie Rambo, rock on!!

Cloverfield: HIGH HURL FACTOR

I first saw a preview for Cloverfield about two months ago. Cryptic in its delivery and covert in its presentation, the soon to be released monster mash seemed like The Blair Witch on HGH. After reading various positive reviews I was anxious to check it out for myself. As I write this post I am still anxious to check it out, though I went to see it last night. ???? If the last sentence left you somewhat dazed, confused and slightly disoriented you are experiencing similar symptoms to those I endured at the theater last night. Centered around the main charater's (Rob) going away party, the likeable, yet highly annoying best friend (Hud) of our soon-to-immigrating yuppie gives us a perpetual first person perspective of the evenings events. The Hudster treats us to a menagerie of video free falls, dips and darts that make the game Halo seem like it was shot from a zamboni. This being said everyone south of a NASA test pilot would be wise to fast for at least 24 hours before viewing. It would be irresponsible of me to rate this movie in any other facet than cinematography, which would illicit a nausiating, green faced F.... Bottom Line: If Hud videoed my wedding I would kick his blabbering buttocks back to SoHo...