What happens if you put a bunch of veins in a room together with a powderkeg, liquid steel, a head razor, and an industrial sized keg of Muscle Milk and let a feral bobcat loose inside? The Expendables happens. A whole mess of action-types from four corners of the map with all sorts of different ways into the business are given free reign to kick ass and shoot big guns in a movie that is actually released in theaters? Sounds like a perfect snowflake. Actually it's Sylvester Stallone continuing his run of returning to his roots with class, hot on the heels of the terrific and subdued Rocky Balboa and the sublime and subtle as the detonation of the universe Rambo. The premise of The Expendables is ripped directly from Fellini's wet nightmares, a tale of tough men on a tough mission. Brown people perish.