Bobby Franco: poet laureate AND trained commando
Much as I liked the end of the movie (BANG! BANG! BANG!, cut to black, roll credits), did anyone else find it funny when Bobby Franco, who we're expecting to be some scrawny poetry nerd, shows up with a fully-automatic machine gun, dressed like someone out of Splinter Cell, and does some nifty shotgun-dodging maneuvers that would make Jackie Chan proud? Heck, he didn't even seem to mind getting slammed in the face by Woods' shotgun after he tried to reload.
Considering that he was just at home relaxing when Lesley Ann Warren called him out of the blue, and he had less than an hour's notice to get ready for his showdown with Woods... well, to paraphrase Col. Kurtz in "Apocalypse Now," if we had ten divisions of men like Bobby Franco, our military troubles would be over very quickly.
'It's a mess, ain't it, sheriff?'
'If it ain't, it'll do till the mess gets here.'