The world knew enough of hell without this reincarnation of pathetic nostalgia. I mean honestly, what region of Stallone’s soul finds this poster acceptable? Does he look at it and think, yes. I am like Jesus, in many ways. These dudes are so old that when they go to the theater to see their movie…they will all qualify for senior tickets. Yet people across this nation will pay like $9 a pop to watch them blow shit up. I on the other hand will not deposit a nickel into these greedy palms. 1988 called. It wants your dignity back.