Recycled pretend soundtrack tripe from Death Wish 2 in an even worse (therefore slightly better as the bathos bar shook just right on certain nights,) blasting off rounds, richocheting abou phoney spiked alleys of a pretend East NY London location. Bronson, oh Bronson, who grew up so poor he wore his sister’s dresses when young in some scratch of a town in W. Virginia having his chance to avenge to avenge and avenge.