DO WE GET TO WIN THIS TIME?

So I was going through my DVD collection the other day looking for any movie I was willing to part with and donate to charity (I care about the children), and came across a gem of a movie. Something that was celebrated during its time, but, unfortunately, is now condemned to constant ridicule but uneducated losers. Yes, I am in fact talking about Rambo: First Blood Part II. I will start with the obvious. The title. Now, the first Rambo flick was known as First Blood. For those who are unaware, the reason Rambo goes into ass-kicking mode is because the cops were harassing him first...they drew first blood. So naturally my man The Italian Stallion himself had to check that shit. RAMBO: FIRST BLOOD PART II. It's genius because Rambo's enemies are drawing first blood...AGAIN! That lets you know that this shit is real. Rambo got dissed twice by multiple ass holes and is gonna bring down the hammer of ripped muscular justice.
Now I could go on all day about the awesomeness of the movie title, but I will skip some of that and delve straight into the REAL intellectual stuff. Rambo, now in prison, is tasked with rescuing forgotten POWs. He's not alone, though, he has a hot local guide who helps him navigate the dense jungle, his iconic red bandanna, his Buddha necklace choker, a bow with a bunch of arrows with explosive tips, his trusty knife, and a bunch of dead bodies in his wake. Now to be fair, he only kills these guys because he ran out of bread crumbs and let's face it, it's the jungle. It's not real easy to find your way back home. Along the way he accomplishes his task but not without consequences. The hot female guide (who now has been established as his soul mate after a 45 min trek through the jungle with little talking but plenty of hot, sweaty hiking), has suffered a fatal blow. Now, this is where the baddies draw first blood the second time. To add insult to injury, he's left behind by Murdoch, a character with no balls and sweats way too much to comfortably wear the clothes he is wearing. Cue awesome soundtrack with what sounds like a rattlesnake that's pissed off and plenty of rippling muscles hiding in mud, coming out of mud, hiding in more mud (this time intentionally), and then killing Russians.
Another awesome fact of this movie is how un-tactical Rambo dresses. His tactical apparel consists of boots (perfect for hiking), cargo pants (perfect for storage), and no shirt (perfect for glistening muscles). You see, this is in fact a SMART move since the glare bouncing off his sweaty bod will affect the sight of the bad guys by temporarily blinding them with glare; thus, providing Rambo with precious moments to kill with extreme prejudice. Oh I forgot to mention, the bandanna also helps keep his hair and sweat out of his eyes. That's pretty important, too.
So these are just some of the main points that justify Rambo: First Blood Part II as being regarded as art, preserved in The Library of Congress, and held in such high esteem as to make Leonardo Da Vinci himself jealous. By the way, this is a pic of a fan in my kitchen. I basically had a green filter on and messed with the color a bit.