The Executioner Part II (1984)
dir. James Bryan (or some demon impersonating him)
If Charles Bronson had a lobotomy and a foot fetish, this would be his wet dream. “The Executioner Part II” has no Part I, and that’s the most honest thing about it. Vietnam flashbacks stitched together with the editing finesse of a blind raccoon, a vigilante in a plastic Halloween mask, and hookers getting karate-chopped into the afterlife.
What’s the plot? Hell if I know. There’s a psychic hippie daughter, a talk show that’s 90% the movie, and a dude who yells about justice like he lost a bet with his conscience. It's part anti-drug PSA, part urban warfare, all brain rot. The fight scenes look like two drunk dads fighting over who left the grill on.
It’s a cinematic oil spill. I loved it.
The Exterminator Part 2 (1984)
dir. Mark Buntzman (seriously)
This is the Reagan-era revenge porn sequel no one needed but everyone deserves. Robert Ginty returns as the human wet rag of vengeance, somehow blander and sweatier than the first go-round. He’s still blowing up pimps and gangbangers, but now with a flamethrower and a soul patch of sadness.
There’s a breakdancing gang with chain whips, a gory bulldozer finale, and Mario Van Peebles as a psychotic glam-punk warlord who looks like Prince joined a biker cult. Every scene feels like it was shot in a condemned warehouse on stolen film stock.
There’s pathos buried somewhere under all the fake blood and sleaze—like if Death Wish took a ton of Quaaludes and started mumbling about the death of the American Dream.
Trash rating:
Executioner II – 5 outta 5 busted skulls
Exterminator II – 4.5 flaming dumpsters of justice
Both are available on Tubi. If you mute the commercials, it gives you time to listen to bizarre music
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