Nobody wants to mess with John Rambo.

Since his first appearance in 1982, Rambo has been a name associated with butt-kicking, arrow launching, bad-guy-killing mayhem.

The 2008 version of “Rambo” picks up where he last left off – destroying everyone.

Similar to the Rambo movies of the past, the new edition is short on inspiring dialogue, opting for the action as often as possible.

At 61 years old, Sylvester Stallone still looks like he was built to hurt.

The action-over-talk strategy works to his advantage, as moviegoers are not made to endure a movie full of his grunts.

My big complaint about this action-centered film lies completely on its non-action segments.

Less talking, more killing.

The story drags along for the first 20 minutes.

Rambo is approached by American missionaries to ferry them into a rebel-filled, war-torn Burma.

After a few minutes of, “you-don’t-belong-there-and-it’s-too-dangerous” talk, Rambo cracks.

Cue the explosions and guns, also known as the good part.

Without trying to sound too desensitized and gore-obsessed, guns and explosions are the reason people enjoy “Rambo.”

The old cliches of impossible odds and mindless killing made “Rambo” into a decade-spanning epic hero.

As the death toll and fireballs start adding up, patrons start cheering.

Mindless action is what made the “Rambo” franchise work in the beginning, and it is what makes it work now.

Warning to those who enjoy “good” movies: this movie will not leave you breathless or crying with new life questions.

It will leave you either pumped as hell or completely disgusted.

After showing us how to kill bad guys in three different movies, “Rambo” still knows how to keep it interesting and new.

This means fans of the all-action, all-the-time genre should enjoy this film.

For the rest of the moviegoing public, Rambo probably is not for you.

Or as John Rambo would say, “Go home.”