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Other than the more kid-friendly format, the computer-generated special effects have been amped up to ludicrous science-fiction levels, perhaps to compensate for the lower adrenaline levels and less on-screen blood.
The action pieces are huge and impressive but it's all bang and no flash - that is, it's about explosions rather than exposition. You won't learn anything about the nuances of acting or the futility of war, but you may get a headache.
The Expendables 2 (2012) was somehow a marked improvement, with better action and more downtime between characters ... but it was less of a hit. And now THE EXPENDABLES 3 moves back in the wrong direction again.
Keeping the story believable is ultimately of no consequence, because "The Expendables 3" is just a steady diet of bullets and bombs. It's a big blur. Only Gibson as Stonebanks is halfway amusing and we've seen him do this role before in "Machete Kills."
After the two earlier movies were rated 18 and then 15, many will decry the lack of blood in the new 12A, but the actors seem to be enjoying their pensioners' paintball party complete with helicopter funships.
There are no surprises to be found here. The Expendables 3 is exactly what you'd think it is-a disappointing mish-mash of a throwback, trading in on its star power, with its eye safely fixed on producing more sequels
An A-team of B-stars in a vanity project on steroids. The grand finale has all the air of the old boys' club on a giant playground that's just there to be shot up and fought in and tank-rolled over and bazooka-ed and blown up and 'copter-escaped from.