Not one of those grind-house flicks that are so cheesy that they are enjoyable; this one is so bad that it is painful to watch.
A take-off on Charles Bronson's Death Wish, but without the class. The "executioner" has flashbacks to Vietnam and runs around grunting and saying "I'm the Judge and Jury" before he puts a grenade in someones pants after some pitiful chop socky.
There is no blood even though he cuts the throats of some of his criminals and there is only one brief flash of nudity - someone must have screwed up there.
The crime lord just spends his time blowing on lit cigarettes and telling his lackey to bring him more young girls - not for sex mind you, but to use as an ashtray.
The teens remind me of Reefer Madness the way they carry on when they are smoking, and they are always asking for coke.
Of course, the Executioner is sent out of town instead of being arrested, maybe to do Executioner I, which doesn't exist.
I wasted my time so you don't have too.
