In Theaters: 'Rambo'

"Rambo" can best be described in two words: Blow'd up.

Rather than crafting a well thought-out script, Sly Stallone decided that John Rambo's latest adventure should just be about blood, violence and things getting blow'd up.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. In fact, the 93-minute flick is like a shoot-em-up video game, jam packed with badass action sequences where Rambo and his band of mercenaries slaughter the evil Burmese soldiers.

True, the acting's bad, the dialogue's lame and the violence is graphic – in one scene, Rambo rips out one of the bad guy's throat – but it's exactly what's expected when coming into a new Rambo movie.

No longer is John Rambo struggling with the notion that he was trained to be a killing machine. Instead he accepts and seemingly embraces it. It's who he is, and with that it makes for a much more entertaining viewing.

"Rambo" is not a piece of art; It's a guilty pleasure. It's nonstop action and over-the-top violence. And in the middle of Oscar season, it's a welcome mind-numbing breather in between watching the heavy, thought-proviking nominees.