Last summer, Live Free or Die Hard brought back Bruce Willis one more time as John McClane and managed to make over $100 million in the face of giants like Transformers and Ratatouille. Sylvester Stallone must have made a note of this after finishing Rocky Balboa because he is now gracing us with the return of his own action hero in the simply titled film Rambo.

Even if you haven’t seen the trailer full of uber-violence, you can probably guess the storyline of the movie and hit the main plot point: Rambo runs around the jungle and kills dozens of bad guys in excruciatingly painful ways.

But what you probably couldn’t guess is that Rambo is set in Burma, where a real world civil war and genocide has been going on for over 60 years. I only found out after the movie that the genocide wasn’t manufactured by Stallone and has even been called the most underreported war of our time.

This sets the scene for a group of Christian aid workers who venture into the war zone, Burma, in order to help the victims of genocide. After being taken down river by Rambo, the group ventures through the jungle only to be almost instantaneously taken by Burmese soldiers. Upon learning of their capture, Rambo leads a team of mercenaries to rescue the relief workers, and chaos ensues.

Stallone is a hulking presence and is easily the biggest guy on screen. He doesn’t get to say much and remains silent for most of the movie. The lone actress, Julie Benz of Dexter, does what she can with what she is given, but it doesn’t amount to much. In fact, none of the actors are really worth mentioning. But then again, people aren’t going to see Rambo in hopes of an Academy Award winning performance; they see it for the blood.

Speaking of which, there is a lot of blood. Really, really red blood. All over the place. Like Dracula could retire, amounts of blood. Like…you get the point.

One thing I have to give Stallone credit for is keeping the dignity of the victims of genocide. They are killed, tortured and raped, but it is never made to be entertaining when the victims are killed. So when you see a head explode or a limb fly off that makes you smile, rest assured it is the limb of the enemy.

The violence level is epic of proportions that can only be expected with Stallone, with holes the size of soup cans being the standard wound in Rambo. Arms and legs fly like confetti, heads are popped like balloons and blood is found as if a sprinkler was tossing it. Like I said, there’s a lot of blood.

While Rambo is fun in a “that guy’s leg just got shot off, making him land on a mine” kind of way, it never sucks you in thanks to mediocre dialogue and acting. So for those looking for blood and guts, this movie will be well worth watching. But for those hoping for a little bit more, you might want to skip this one.