, The Expendables still manages to be a wild, throat-slashing, elbow-dropping, grenade-throwing, trigger-pulling, and limb-dismembering good time. The last forty-five minutes alone are packed with more carnage than most action movies today can dream of delivering throughout their entire run time. The slow beginning gives way to a glorious orgy of death that generates a body count that would warrant UN intervention were it to have occurred in the real world. And since fictional armies getting absolutely obliterated by a fictional team of the manliest men on the planet is all anyone really requires from The Expendables, it's easy to turn your back on the few obstacles that stand in the way of that holy goal.