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The only movie I've ever considered quitting was a rental in the 1990s.
Imagine this familiar scene: It's Friday, you are in your teens and with your friends at the local VHS emporium looking for something to watch with some pizza. You've seen all the usual suspects, including The Usual Suspects. So it's time to trawl the less known sections, you know, the ones where all those B-movies live.
Then you see it. A cover with some Saddam Hussein looking dude running with an AK47. The cover claims it's "The Russian Rambo!"
How can you say no to that?
You excitedly pop in the tape in the VCR and start the film. Then you are subjected to about 90 minutes of:
Imagine this familiar scene: It's Friday, you are in your teens and with your friends at the local VHS emporium looking for something to watch with some pizza. You've seen all the usual suspects, including The Usual Suspects. So it's time to trawl the less known sections, you know, the ones where all those B-movies live.
Then you see it. A cover with some Saddam Hussein looking dude running with an AK47. The cover claims it's "The Russian Rambo!"
How can you say no to that?
You excitedly pop in the tape in the VCR and start the film. Then you are subjected to about 90 minutes of:
- Atonal music. It's like circus music played out of tune.
- Archival footage. Naval battles and aircraft lifting off carriers.
- A really, really long intro scene of someone driving a freakin' Lada on straight roads with absolutely nothing to see as the credits roll.
- Some dudes talking. At this point you don't even care what they are saying.
- After a lot of fast-forwarding we get to the last 5 minutes. Finally there's some action! Some commandos storm a little island and shoot a bunch of supposedly bad guys. None of them looks like Saddam Hussein, though there are some AK47s.
