Terry Crews, eyes shimmering with the intensity of a thousand nuclear detonations, throws a warhead up in the air to have Sylvester Stallone shoot it so it could explode a helicopter.
Besides Mickey Rourke’s teary, natural monologue about regret that was the best, most surprising thing about The Expendables. It’s exactly what you expect it to be. Not exactly the Commando 2.0 it should be, not as shocking as Rambo 4, but still a fun, stupid,
homoerotic manly time at the movies.
And that’s the tooth!