Charles Bronson here doesn't act, just coasts - even more than usual. Perhas we can't blame him - because the script is so poor, and the supporting actors so mediocre at best, with not a few laughably bad. The film's full of mobster clichés, to the extent that you wonder whether this is self-parody. It isn't - it's just dire; 'camp' in a kind of trashy way. By this forth sequel the franchise appears totally to have run out of steam, such that every barrel's been scraped to supply the content. You imagine that even the cast knew it, collected their cheques and ran...
I quite enjoyed some of the earlier films: this is so poor it's unworthy.
I quite enjoyed some of the earlier films: this is so poor it's unworthy.