Burnt by the Western world, John Rambo (Stallone) has retired to a quiet village in Thailand. Rambo quietly spends his days in seclusion, salvaging scrap and old military equipment to pay his way. A group of Christian human rights missionaries, led by Michael Burnett (Schulze) and Sarah Miller (Benz), approach Rambo with the desire to rent his boat to travel up the river into Burma to deliver much-needed medical supplies. Alas, a sadistic local militia captures the missionaries en route and Rambo is convinced to lead a small team to rescue them.

Story may sound corny but, like Rocky Balboa, this is a case of Sylvester Stallone going back to basics. By stripping away the excessive, and frequently over the top, elements that led the franchise to ridicule, Rambo manages to deliver a surprisingly relevant action movie. The reason this rehash really works is largely due to Stallone's sincerity. He believes in what he is doing and knows how to do it well. Keep your CGI robots and spandex wearing Nancy-boy superheroes, Rambo is old school action ((ndash)) complete with guns and real explosions ((ndash)) and it delivers the goods!

Seth and Evan are two young and rather nerdy friends graduating from high school. Evan's moving interstate to go to college, and Seth's annoyed about it. But tonight there's a big party, and Seth and Evan have promised to arrange the alcohol ((ndash)) with the assistance of their dorky friend Fogell and his fake ID. But Fogell gets distracted by two cops, and suddenly the booze hunt is on...

Not everybody is amused by crass, schoolboy humour. But luckily, around 75% of the ANU film group audience is ((ndash)) so they should love the hell out of this. For those who want to play "spot the homoeroticism", there's Seth's constant drawings of penises, plus the depiction of very, very strong male friendships that's typified a lot of the Apatow-related comedies recently (am I the only one who thought during Knocked Up that when Paul Rudd and Seth Rogen went to Vegas and all they did was watch Cirque de Soleil, that the next scene should have been of them post-coital? Or am I just indulging the crush on Paul Rudd I've had since Claire Danes dumped his arse for Leonardo di Caprio in Romeo and Juliet? Paul Rudd isn't in this movie, by the way).

Anyway, it's full of hormones, embarrassment, awkwardness, foul language and teenage substance abuse. Bring Grandma, she'll love it!