Death Wish 3

Paul Kersey returns to New York to visit his friend Charley, who lives in one of the worst parts of New York City. But when Paul arrives at Charley's apartment, he finds Charley dying after a vicious beating by a gang led by Manny Fraker, and the police enter the apartment and find Paul standing over Charley's body. Paul is arrested for the murder, but police chief Richard S. Shriker is like Paul.


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  • ★★★★★ review by SilentDawn on Letterboxd


    Death Wish 3 is the definition of pure action cinema in the sense that all of it is deplorable and none of it matters. It's furious and angry, disgusting and hateful, sexist and drenched in odd politics, but as soon as the opening credits roll, with Jimmy Page rocking on the synths, your reality melts away. Visions of a cranky Charles Bronson take hold; a vigilante with a Wildey Hunter aiming at anything and everything with a scowl. Explosions shake and quake, innocents are lit aflame, windows and houses are not safe from bricks and incandescent danger. Trump's America is a reality, breaking down your door and murdering longtime friends with abandon. Combat fire with fire, bullets with bullets. Warfare isn't overseas, it's in your own neighborhood, and only Charles Bronson can stop it. And it's a beautiful sight. No message, no satirical overlay, just an sustained orgy of ferocity; hilarious and savage in its portrayal of plain images of death as over the top exclamation points. Action cinema at its best makes you contemplate the violence even when each second is a reveling outburst, and Death Wish 3 is the ultimate example. The best comedy/ horror movie mashup you'll ever see. Long live Cannon.

  • ★★★★★ review by Grooveman on Letterboxd

    I just read that they changed the name of the film from Death Wish III to Death Wish 3 because the Cannon Group conducted a survey and figured half of the American population can't read Roman numerals. That is as amazing as this film.

  • ★★★★★ review by Ian West on Letterboxd

    Ed Lauter to Bronson: ok so we got a shitstorm of degenerate perps out there... chain wearin’, blow snortin’, purse snatchin’, street scum leather punks with names like the giggler and Raker... I want you to work for me mr. vigilante... I want to set you loose... you in?

    Squinty eyed Bronson to Ed Lauter: yeah I’m in.

    Cue a sea of street urchin scum being mowed down with mammoth bullet holes in them from Bronson’s rifle hand cannon or a rocket launched body blowing out of an apartment amidst a crumbling war zone nyc where punk gangs pillage and ruin numerous senior citizen dinners. I kinda wish Martin Balsam’s cab owner character was played by Ernie Borgnine... setting up my dream prequel to Escape from New York. 

    I love this nutso crumbling sleaze death fest that turns into an explosive post apocalyptic war zone finale with a massive body count. Absolute Insanity.

    Watched with one of my best friends Tony the Terror for his birthday! Happy birthday homie!

  • ★★★★★ review by Anthony Nesbitt on Letterboxd

    I'll give it five stars just for Winner and Bronson just letting it all hang out. The definitive creative statement from Cannon.

  • ★★★★½ review by Grooveman on Letterboxd

    This is one of the funniest films I've seen in a long time. I laughed more during this film than I did during Bridesmaids, Horrible Bosses, or The Hangover combined. I loved it from the opening badass score by Jimmy Page, yes that Jimmy Page. It's so fucking funky that I would of thought it was by Isaac Hayes. This film is laughably bad but completely badass at the same time. Charles Bronson was 64 in this and still a badass motherfucker. I love this film!! Did I mention it's badass.

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