Love the “your name was dug up by the computer” trope.
Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai!
Serious photo rotation.
Hell is home line is some nacho cheese.
And now the famous prep scene.
Who could survive that? They saw his chute open!
You could signal a plane with the glare off that knife.
“I got hung up” smells like a Schwarzenegger line.
And we see the seeds of The Expendables.
Ugh, this scene grossed me out to no end as a kid.
And the Russian Lt. moves to the States to become a crooked art dealer.
The classic guard lustful sneer and head bob.
And now the famous electric scene.
Of course. We couldn’t have a female without forcing a love interest needlessly.
Too much makeup for the jungle.
You hear the man behind you yelp, so the natural reaction is to casually glace back then keep going.
How can you scream silently for that long?
An explosive ending…. (*)
There is certainly no dental care as a POW.
(*)… Twice.
What about the back blast? That windshield hole looks kinda like Batman.
Classic war movie speech and final quip.