On the week of releasing the fifth and presumably final Rambo: Last Blood (PREVIEW) and Rambo’s home city of Bowie Arizona declaring September 18 Rambo Day, Sylvester Stallone is floating the possibility of a Rambo prequel, telling Screenrant:
I always thought of Rambo when he was 16 or 17 – I hope they can do the prequel – he was the best person you could find. He was the captain of the team; he was the most popular kid in school; super athlete. He was like Jim Thorpe, and the war is what changed him. If you saw him before, he was like the perfect guy.
Relax, nobody is financing this crazy idea … yet.
Ok, I absolutely hate this idea. Hate, hate, hate. Prequels suck. Seriously, can anybody name a prequel that does not suck? Don’t get me started on Star Wars (looking at you, George Lucas). Here’s the main problem with prequels:
Everybody knows what happens next.
The whole point of holding a viewer’s (movie) or reader’s (book) interest is not knowing what happens next. Spoilers suck because you know what happens. Is there anything more spoiler than knowing what happens next to Rambo? He becomes a one man killing machine. What can be more interesting in that character’s creative arc than knowing that?
How b-o-r-i-n-g is the idea of seeing a teen John Rambo in his formulative years going to his high school prom? Falling in love, captain of the football team, yadda, yadda, when you could see him with a machine gun blowing away countless enemy insurgents? I’d rather see Rambo being Rambo than Rambo meets Peggy Sue Got Married.
Don’t ruin John Rambo’s character with some lame, dramatic prequel, please. Just a terrible, no horrible idea. I am all for dramas, but not when it comes to changing the genre of an action movie to a Lifetime movie of the week.