Reżyseria:
Enzo G. CastellariZdjęcia:
Blasco GiuratoMuzyka:
Francesco De MasiObsada:
Mark Gregory, Henry Silva, Giancarlo Prete, Paolo Malco, Antonio Sabato, Massimo Vanni, Enzo G. Castellari, Carla Brait, Romano Puppo, Eva Czemerys (więcej)Opisy(1)
In the grim dystopian future of the year 2000, the American government has conspired with evil developers to evacuate the Bronx, promising its inhabitants--whose ethnic make-up, for unexplained reasons, seems to be almost entirely Italian--homes in New Mexico. But, despite the presence of signs inviting, "Get out of the Bronx: We got solar houses in enchanting New Mexico waiting for you," a few dedicated Bronx dwellers have no intention of leaving, bringing them into conflict with henchmen clad in foil jumpsuits and armed with machine guns. In need of organized resistance, some go underground donning leather gear, pimp outfits, and in some cases reflective silver-and-gold bowlers. For leadership, they look to Toblerone (Antonio Sabato), who, instead of relying solely on his inspiring name, strikes an alliance with attractively coifed Bronx warrior Trash (Mark Gregory). After an intrepid, scarf-clad reporter sympathetic to the Bronxonian cause suggests kidnapping corporate president Ennio Girolami, Gregory attempts to recruit soldier of fortune Strike (Giancarlo Prete), an expert in explosives and terror aided by a Dondi-esque tot. Perhaps due to their shared love of headbands, Prete agrees, but, once in possession of Girolami, they find themselves pitted against evil enforcer Henry Silva, whose ruthless tactics include the use of armored cars, trucks filled with poison gas, and other vehicles readily available to the makers of Italian exploitation films. After much fighting, Gregory and company emerge victorious, helping ensure a future for New York's most lovable borough dominated by headbands and fake leather jackets rather than office buildings and luxury hotels. (oficjalny tekst dystrybutora)
(więcej)Recenzje (1)
Not as stylish and extravagant as 1990: The Bronx Warriors, but much more action-packed. The entire film is one long scene of people running around the city burning themselves with flamethrowers or blowing themselves up in peckish slow motion. There's an attempt at some kind of political commentary, but it's basically just a parade of nonstop explosions. Mark Gregory has aged a bit after a year, still wearing a perm and jeans so tight he can barely walk, but he looks a little less effeminate than in the first film. The biggest badass here, however, is his kid sidekick, who has by far the highest kill count of all the characters and kicks ass just as well as Hit-Girl from Kick-Ass. The title of the film (Escape from the Bronx) is quite misleading - nobody actually walks out of the Bronx, but who cares.
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