In 1990, The Bronx was a lawless wasteland. By the time Enzo G. Castellari brings about a sequel to The Bronx Warriors, and The New Barbarians, it's time to simply Escape From The Bronx. (Castellari was smart enough to reserve this title for his Escape From New York homages for the final sequel in his 'Bronx Warriors' trilogy.) This action-packed sequel certainly works on its own as a fine example of an Italian exploitation cash-in extravaganza, and while it's not as bloody as its predecessors, it marks a very fun time for connoisseurs of trashy cinema.
Speaking of Trash, he's still kicking it in The Bronx, riding around alone, and bemoaning what's happened to his beloved wasteland, while making a living selling guns. Meanwhile, General Construction Corporation has plans underway to turn the Bronx into a shiny new super-city, with plenty of business opportunities for the 1%, if you will. Evictions in the form of blow-torching hobos to death are in effect, and it's a sorry scene to be sure.
Trash once again determines to ride to the rescue. Joined by street-fighting pals Dablone (Antonio Sabato) and Strike, (Giancarlo Prete). Trash goes straight to the top, kidnapping the president of the Evil Corporation in an effort to force it out of his beloved, crime-soaked borough.
It's not likely you're approaching this movie with an eye to deconstruct the plot, though, are you? Luckily, Castellari wasn't exactly approaching this movie with an eye for constructing the plot, either. What he, you, and I want is plenty of action, which is provided like a bowl of never-ending bread sticks (when you watch, you're family). Trash and friends mow down the bad guys with aplomb, shooting, smashing, and doing whatever they can to kill hundreds of people. And then there are those flame-throwers. Yes, you get your money's worth in the mayhem department, even if that mayhem isn't shown in extremely graphic detail.
Escape From The Bronx, like its predecessors 1990: The Bronx Warriors and The New Barbarians, is a criminal amount of fun without any real brains to slow you down. That first movie in the nominal trilogy was an homage to others, while this one stands firmly on its own as pure genre exploitation. Fights galore, silly and questionable choices of grace notes, and a breathless pace will satisfy your mindless violence itch, even without a ton of blood and gore. Blue Underground ladles on some nice extras for your time as well, meaning this movie is Recommended for a certain type of movie fan, and you know who you are.