Ivan Drago is supposed to represent cold-hearted science. Indeed, his training sees him using the best equipment, steroids and leotards available.

I remember going to see Suburban Commando at the cinema and hearing annoying noises all the way through the film. They turned out to be a group of NES consoles laughing at the special effects.

Entertainment in film, like Rambo, doesn't fulfill you. You look at it, and forget it. When you look at a great movie, you never forget it. That's the difference.

Fun is an overlooked commodity in cinema right now, particularly in the blockbuster arena, where the ground laid by the likes of The Dark Knight seems insistent on putting everyone in a bad mood

Maybe depressingly, now seems like the perfect time for a decent satire on the parochial fear of difference, whether it's men in fishnets, women in veils or US presidents with foreign-sounding names.

You're a beast of a man, Ivan. And we like it.

In the old days, when me and Stallone were fighting in the ring, everything was real. It was all us. There was nobody else in there. Stallone, with no shirt on, getting hit while he was directing the movie. That doesn't happen much anymore.