Mac and Scott are in a hurry to help or Russian non-Russians will pass! So, another “hot hello” from childhood with the VM-32 electronics video and a full cassette box.
The plot of the film is simple, banal and typical for inexpensive filmmaking of that unforgettable time: evil guys stole my girlfriend, torture, threaten to kill, everyone runs to her rescue!
The primitive but brutal scene of the shooting of Vietnamese “enemies of the people” at the very beginning of the film is immediately impressive. It's all so sinister! I admit, she even dreamed of me sometimes... The scene of the slow feeding of girls to crocodiles is generally something on the verge of everyday inquisition and pure maniacism.
What I like: the action movie is dashing, spectacular, with hard scenes and partly about the Russians ("cranberries" - my old weakness). Sports and street kickboxing fights in the sequel flow into a purely military plane. The actors, on the whole, are pretty and not sympathetic, including the main villain.
What's not to like:
1. A disgusting state of matchmaking. The film is about the Russians and about the communists (Vietnamese in Cambodia), however, the Soviet weapons in the film ... is absent. The only exception was the demonstration of the main character of the Makarov pistol, christened “Kobra-19F” with some cocksucker and characterized as the latest weapon of the Soviet special forces. If I'm not mistaken, I've also seen RPG-2. Further fire contacts are held with the participation of Garand M1 carbines, M-16A1 rifles, Browning M1919A6 and M-60 machine guns. One of the latter is proudly captured by heroes from a Russian arms depot, from a box with the export inscription “Made in the USSR”. The commander of the Russian detachment wears a Czech Scorpion submachine gun in a small holster for him, but shoots for some reason from the Italian M-4 Spectrum.
Again, the undisguised Iroquois UH-1 with red stars on board. By God, imitations of Soviet helicopters from the French “Puma” with wings in “Red Dawn” and “Rambo-3” looked more picturesque than an example.
2. The appearance of Russian special forces is not “cranberries”, but “flung cranberries in a square”. Commander Yuri (aka Matvey Hughes) flaunts in a tropical form of the American sample, chrome boots, sometimes replaced by berries, and a nettle beret (attribute of internal troops). On his shoulders are chases the size of a mitten with sergeant colors and officer stars. (Apparently, so the writers decided to compensate for the not comical absence of his boots and ushanks with toelope.) Strain associative thinking, I can assume that this means the rank of lieutenant colonel.
The rest of the fighters wear black berets (Marines, what?) The belts with buckles on everyone are also, to put it mildly, inauthentic, flimsy. (A normal Soviet army belt with a massive plaque is no worse than a police baton!) They fry a skinny carcass of a dog at the stake, singing along to themselves with a godless accent, dancing a “kalinka” with bottles of vodka in their hands. Regular patrols of the vicinity of the base, which is an ideal target for shelling from either side, nobody cares.
The scenes of hand-to-hand techniques are quite honest. But tactically, alas, no. Those who installed machine guns on the slopes of Scott and Mac do not care that a stray bullet can easily hurt their girls. Instead of sheltering from bullets behind obstacles, the Vietnamese are just running around in crowds, laying on bare ground, landing on mines and dying in packs. Russian thugs in this bacchanalia noblely do not interfere, then stupid themselves and amicably explode too. Cheating and Rambism Forever!
And the hard-stone Leninist in the final battle of the Titans is simply obliged to get a portrait of his immortal leader into the melon and be strangled with the help of his favorite red banner! And finally, having received a snout and a whole "Willis" in tow, stay in the crocodile pit half-torn-semi-burnt. It's a monster!
But Terry (Cynthia Rothrock) is so cute! Quick, smooth, combative.
The impression, in general, is neutral, but not without admiration for the well-positioned makhalovka.
5 out of 10