The plot of this film completely fails to deserve a comprehensive explanation. So, in summary: Charles Bronson takes matters into his own hands, again. The full title of this film ought to have been Death Wish II: Don't Bother.
Bronson was sixty-one years of age when this film was made, and it really shows. There is something entirely un-poetic about a man who looks as though he needs to start taking things a little easier in life running around Los Angeles serving tough vigilante justice.
What is the soundtrack all about? What were they thinking, that the horrifically un-digestable cacophony of what sounds like the product of a toddler blindly pressing buttons and flicking switches on a synthesiser would somehow make up for this film's many faults? Awful. The costume design looks like an Australian's nightmare.
Unforgettable in terms of its vulgarity and decrepit plot. This is one of those films where a member of a cinema audience in 1982 would be easily forgiven for blurting aloud 'What the hell am I watching this for? I could be at home watching Dirty Harry on Betamax!' It is bad enough watching Death Wish II at home with all of the accompanying distractions, but I cannot even imagine the extent to which a cinema audience would suffer through its runtime.
I can understand the complaints about the horrific violence in this film, but my main complaint is that from dismal start to belated finish this film is just annoyingly bad. You could make a better film yourself using a camera phone and a spare ten minutes of your time. Film someone making a cup of tea, or interview the postman. Whatever you do, it will be of more credit to the world of film than Death Wish II, unless your name is Michael Winner.
3/10
Death Wish II @ Amazon UK
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