Bronson was pension age when he made
DW 4 but he could still shoot a perp from a few hundred yards, so it's not too much of a hindrance. He's after the drug-pushers this time, but instead of gunning down expendable and easily replaceable L.A street thugs, he goes after the mob bosses that orchestrate the shipments. The film lacks any kind of cohesion or sense of drama and it'll be obvious even to the most casual of viewers that the love interest is there for one reason alone, and no matter how hard I try I can't muster up any enthusiasm to continue this post. End.
1 hors d'oeuvre out of 5
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