Taking a cue from John Rambo himself, Netflix decided not to send me a notification that my movie had shipped. From woes to WHOAS is how my facial expression transformed. As I stood with my back to the street, no doubt in the middle of oppressing someone, the mailman rose from behind, thrusting this into my mitts with the swiftness of a hot machete:
Well, it looks like the Blu-ray of First Blood won’t make it here from Netflix before Rambo hits theaters (have you been keeping your eye on the countdown?). That’s too bad, I wanted to document a marathon for Rambo Week!
For your entertainment today, I’ve stolen this image of nutritional facts in preparation for the new flick. Please do not make it larger if you don’t want to see something awesome!
That is, to say, these exciting RAMBO action figures! I was discussing matters toy-related with one Mister Shieh the other day; marveling at the halcyon days when R-rated properties and the cartoons thereof were marketed to children. It was truly some wondrous, forgotten utopia!
“Well, if it isn’t my old friend Rambo”
“You don’t have any friends!”
I’d like to direct you all to the left sidebar, where you will find a handy countdown timer to the theatrical release of RAMBO. Why mark your calendars when you can come to the JLR daily and find out how much closer you are to Stallone turning a bunch of foreign dudes into Ragu!?
And thus it begins: RAMBO WEEK!
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