And okay, it’s not that good, but I had such a good time watching it that it sort of felt like it was for a while. As far as I could make out, the plot, if that’s the word I want, is the same as The Losers but the fun here comes from watching the cast of somehow-not-over-the-hill action guys haul their butts out of the weight room for one last blow-out against the bad guys. Gratuitous scene bringing Stallone together for the only time with Governor Ahnud and Bruce Willis included. And, as always, Jason Statham is great.
Apparently, girly-man leftist critics, chafing at the movie’s box office success, accused Stallone of being too patriotic. Yeah, and I bet he’s faithful to his wife and says his prayers too, the bastard! But you know what: the reason the film succeeds so well is because Stallone, who also directed, understands what action pictures are really about: namely, manhood – namely, the masculine imperatives to defend the girl, get the job done and be loyal to your buddies. Sly does it all here and while Eat, Pray, Love tanked, Hurt, Maim, Kill – aka The Expendables – cleaned up as it richly deserved.