The Expendables
On a remote island run by fascist military leader General Garza (David Zayas), a crooked former U.S. government agent named Munroe (Eric Roberts) and his henchmen are trying to collect on owed money and drugs. But, when the U.S. government learns about the scheme they call in a rogue and elite force of specialists to clean up the mess and put an end to Garza and ultimately Munroe. Lead by Barney Ross (Sylvester Stallone), what starts out as professional becomes personal and before long Ross’s group “The Expendables” is up to their ears in trouble trying to liberate the country and just stay alive, but have they bitten off more than they proverbially chew? 
Okay, here’s the deal, this film is kind of like a who’s who of the biggest current and has been action heros of all time including Jet Li, Jason Statham, Dolph Lundgren, Steve Austin, Bruce Willis and of course Arnold just to name a few. And, after Stallone’s recent display of pure carnage in Rambo a few years back there seemed to be genuine potential for summertime B quality action with swivel arm battle grip! Alas, no, I can’t sugar coat this one, it’s horrid. Granted, generally audiences have come to expect very little when it comes to such testosterone fueled plot lines, but this is about as remedial as it gets. With a screenplay and dialogue that reads like an 8th grader’s fantasy and half efforted delivery it’s pretty clear we’re here to see ass kicking, not a psychological docu-drama. And, in fairness, the fight sequences did appear to be well choreographed, so there’s your silver lining. But, with more shoddy computer graphics and not so special effects from start to finish the film’s production quality drops from mediocre to glaringly bad. For the life of me I can’t figure out why Stallone let this crap fly after doing such an admirable job on previous projects. Maybe a rental later, but even that may be pushing it. The Expendables is rated R.