Before I get into this review of Rambo: Last Blood, I will state it's one of the weaker entries in the franchise. But even a weak Rambo movie is better than 90 percent of what Hollywood cranks out on a weekly basis. Why? Because the Rambo movies are unapologetically violent revenge films. No punches are pulled. Enemies are shot, stabbed, decapitated, disemboweled and blown up. And each and every one of them has it coming. Much like 2008's Rambo -- and the one that started it all, First Blood -- this latest entry is more of a serious take on the character. Here he's portrayed as an old man with a lot of blood on his hands. He's trying to live a good life but, as he tells one character; "I haven't changed. I've just put a lid on it." That lid is blown off when his niece falls prey to human traffickers. What transpires is deathly serious, at times hard to watch, and more than a little sad. Yes, it ends in a brilliantly executed finale where all th...