Few statements are more powerful than "Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus present" and this film perfectly demonstrates why.

Leaning into every wrong lesson and instinct from the first Death Wish, this new Cannon Films iteration is meaner, uglier, nastier, far more violent and rape-happy, and even more reactionary. Swapping the grungy 1970s New York streets for sunny 1980s Los Angeles means the city is different, but the punks are just as just as bloodthirsty, and just as horny—maybe even worse.…

Mass hysteria and moral panics are foundational aspects of the human experience. Our primate brains are wired to indulge selfishness, to never it fault, to double-down when pushed on a question. Our primate brains are also very, very bad at keeping track of memories; save for an anomalous few, most of us are stuck with vague recollections of people, places, and events that only splinter, distort, and meld with the advance of time. That's why it doesn't take a whole…

A very goopy movie, really swinging for the fences with this one. Gallons of red-colored muck splashing every which way. I found myself laughing a lot at gags that feel designed by a version of Sam Raimi that requires a lot of medication, but doesn't take any. Visually and tonally, it's the grotesque, mutated baby of "Evil Dead 2" and "Re-Animator"—with an unmistakable H.P. Lovecraft influence. A lot of the shot composition is straight out of the pages of splashy…