THE MARINE

(one star)

Flaming discharge.

Running time: 93 minutes. Rated PG-13 (violence, profanity). At the 84th Street, the Magic Johnson, the Kips Bay, others.

THE Marine of the title is a hothead, which is unfortunate for him because everywhere he goes he seems to be surrounded by canisters of explosives.

But it’s good for you, if you’re the kind of guy who likes to watch 90 minutes of fireballs and bullets.

This World Wrestling Entertainment production stars wrestler John Cena (in the ring, he styled himself Doctor of Thuganomics but was perhaps better known as the Marky Mark of wrestling) as a sergeant who gets drummed out of the Corps for excessive kicking of ass in Iraq, then returns home to South Carolina.

When his beautiful blond wife gets taken hostage by some jewel thieves, the Marine jogs after them through the swamps.

You may remember this movie when it was called “Commando” and starred Arnold Schwarzenegger, especially when one of his cohorts says of the Marine, “He’s like the Terminator!”

The sole black guy on hand says things like “Brothers don’t camp” and “I hate cops.” And “Rock candy!”

Despite the ridiculousness of everything, especially the score (which ranges from weepy Celtic woodwinds to wacka-wacka ’70s blaxploitation funk) and the villain’s failure to simply shoot the Marine (he prefers to walk away firing at generators and fuel tanks to cause an escapable explosion), the movie’s prideful silliness makes it semi-watchable in the manner of Saturday afternoon cable flicks like “Delta Force.”

“We don’t go around ’em,” says the Marine when surrounded by armed goons, “We go through ’em!” Sounds like something Lee Marvin would say, and probably did.