In modern cinema, it seems as if PTSD is more often presented in its more nuanced, less exaggerated or stereotyped form. But Stallone's explosive ending monologue in First Blood is precise, compelling, and familiar enough to stir in us the most severe of our encounters with the condition.
With an unexpectedly poignant undercurrent and an 80s cheese shell, Johnny lures us into his troubled mind over a brisk 90 minutes, then delivers succinctly and beautifully.
With an unexpectedly poignant undercurrent and an 80s cheese shell, Johnny lures us into his troubled mind over a brisk 90 minutes, then delivers succinctly and beautifully.