The great Vic Morrow's
last-released film, a made-in-Italy bloodfest about gangs that
kill each other in the Bronx after the cops give up on the place
and declare it a war zone. This movie sets the world record for
on-screen impalements--mostly crowbars rammed through the chest,
but also wooden stake through the back and a hockey-stick
shishkabob. Among the gangs are hippie black-leather Indian
punkola bikers, freaks on roller skates, and black dudes who
follow around after Fred Williamson in their pimpmobiles.
Stefania Girolami (daughter of the Italian director) is the Patty
Hearst type who gets tossed around and kidnapped, a wealthy
heiress who longs for the simple life, living on a dirt pile in
the South Bronx with a guy named Trash, who wears black leather
safety-patrol straps over his female breasts. Highlights include:
two hockey-puckers getting their knees scissored off by a biker,
Vic the undercover cop using a double-barrel shotgun on a punkola
while he's on top of his girlfriend and then setting the girl on
fire, a gang called the Scavengers jumping on a guy like those
gremlins in the Wicked Witch of the West's castle, a black
leather witch with brass fingernails (!) who strangles people
with a bullwhip, and Fred Williamson kung-fuing eight freaks at once
in an outstanding scene. Shoe knife to the neck, "From
Russia With Love"-style. And finally Vic rides in with the
cavalry, 900 guys carrying industrial-strength blowtorch guns,
with basic orders to burn the eyes out of everybody they see.
Thirty-seven dead bodies. Three motor vehicle chases. Two
creatures. Five quarts blood. Heads roll. 
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