Film

First Blood

Name: First Blood
Genre: Action, Thriller, Drama
Released: 1982
Cast: Sylvester Stallone, Richard Crenna, Brian Dennehy, Bill McKinney, Jack Starrett

First Blood is often misremembered as jingoistic action spectacle because of its increasingly muscular sequels, but the original is a lean, mournful thriller about a traumatised Green Beret pushed past endurance by a small town's cruelty. Stallone plays Rambo as wounded and reluctant, not invincible—there's more silence than gunfire. Tense, sad, and surprisingly restrained, it's for anyone who thinks they already know this story.

TMDb rating

7.5

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