It’s accorded an uneven transfer that’s reliant on its cult’s relief that it’s available on Blu-ray at all. And that’s really about all the attention it merits.
There’s a distinct vein of misanthropic defeat coursing in this film that’s encoded into empty gestures and portrayals of people who appear to only be going through the motions.
It was a joke, of course. But not entirely. Rambo II offered not just entertainment, but lessons.
Terence Young’s presentation of Suzy’s cloistered surroundings trumps the script’s far-fetched tendencies.