Sylvester Stallone straps on the headband for Rambo 6: New Blood, and 2025 is about to bleed red with his final war cry. After Last Blood’s brutal homecoming, John Rambo’s quiet Arizona days shatter—maybe a cartel kidnaps his adopted kin, or a militia torches his ranch, dragging him back to the fight. This time, he’s got a protege—Timothée Chalamet, gritty and raw, learning the art of war from a legend.

The trailer’s a massacre: Rambo rigs tripwires that shred legs in a desert gulch, fires arrows that pin goons to trees, and unloads an M60 in a canyon ambush, brass raining like a storm. Stallone directs with a veteran’s eye—night raids light up with muzzle flashes, a border town burns as he storms through, and a final stand sees him gutting a warlord with a bowie knife, blood pooling in the dust. The kid gets his moment, maybe sniping from a ridge or torching a convoy, but it’s Sly’s growl—“They drew first blood, not me”—that chills you. The body count’s obscene, the stakes personal, and the emotion cuts deep—a warrior’s swan song and a torch passed in fire. Rambo’s war never ends, and this is his bloodiest yet!