David Engelbach's screenplay for the second, and easily the most gratuitously offensive and downright depraved of the occasionally entertaining DEATH WISH series, is full of gruesome little gems like that. Whilst Engelbach's ear for realism and naturalistic dialogue is a little lacking, he does come up with some one-liners that are memorable for all the wrong reasons. When my parents rented this video back in the eighties, they wouldn't let me see the rape scene, and when I finally got to see the forbidden sequence years later, I could understand why. In its uncut form - briefly available in Britain when videos didn't have to get past the censors - it's as nasty, prurient and sadistic as anything I've seen before or since, and that includes the notorious Last House On The Left and I Spit On Your Grave. If you thought Johnny and Matthew and the rest of the hicks gave Jennifer Hills a hard time in Meir Zarchi's zero-budget sleaze-fest, wait until you see what Laurence Fishburne (yes, THE Laurence Fishburne) and his screeching geeks put Bronson's Spanish maid through here. Similarly, if you thought Michael Winner did a professional job on movies like THE MECHANIC and the prequel to this mean-spirited potboiler, then his cack-handed, hit-and-miss approach here will make your head spin. Add to this a thoroughly amateurish score by one of the world's greatest rock guitarists, and you have a movie that brought out the worst in everyone concerned. On the up side, there are a few unintentional laughs and it did at least pave the way for DEATH WISH 3, which must be the single greatest fascist fantasy-made-flesh ever to make it onto the silver screen. So give this one a miss and go straight from the first movie to the third. You won't be missing anything, unless you like vomiting.