Ass-kicking abounds in this low-budget actioner from famed director Enzo G. Castellari, the guy they call the Italian John Woo! BRONX WARRIORS is a bizarre, post-apocalyptic mish-mash amalgamation of MAD MAX, ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK, and THE WARRIORS, and contains almost constant fighting and action to make it enjoyable for those who enjoy that kind of thing. With famed director Castellari controlling the shots, the fight scenes are invariably exciting and very well-staged on what is apparently a very low budget. The only thing this film misses is the ultra-cool slow-motion that Castellari sometimes brings to his movies (see KEOMA for a good example of this).Otherwise, the non-stop barrage of bloody violence, brutality, impalements and murder is filmed in a truly entertaining way by those good old exploitation-loving Italians! BRONX WARRIORS is cast with some top-quality low-rent movie stars and contains a cast of lovable but bizarre street characters. There's Trash's gang, the typical hard-leather motorbike-riding Hell's Angels; then a gang of Scavengers, who dress and look like screen zombies, and of course the padded hockey players who just look plain weird. Throw in some bizarre blaxploitation characters, a guy who resembles Jake "The Snake" Plissken in every way, and you have a way-cool movie! The only true "bad guys" in the film are headed by the late Vic Morrow as Hammer, a guy who chews the scenery with relish as a hired killer out for his own ends. Morrow, we salute your bravura, hard-as-nails performance! Then, of course, we have foreign-looking Mark Gregory (THUNDER) making his debut as screen hero and all-round good guy Trash, a muscular meathead of a man who looks pretty good as he goes around beating bad guys to death with some unconvincing displays of martial arts action! Imposing screen heavy George Eastman (BLASTFIGHTER) is on hand as Golan, a nasty piece of work by anyone's account. Betty Dessy is an S&M fan's dream as Witch, a whip-cracking dominatrix, and even old-timer Christopher Connelly (THE MINES OF KILIMANJARO) makes an appearance as techy geek Hot Dog! Finally, putting to shame all the rest of the cast, is blaxploitation legend Fred Williamson as Ogre, an inherently cool leader of men, who kicks ass aplenty.The film is rather episodic in feel but the pacing never flags. A then-modern rock score enlivens the proceedings and there is enough imagination and bizarre occurrences (love the drummer on the beach scene) to make any cult fan happy. The fiery climax to the film is pretty unusual and unexpected for a movie of this variety, even if the main thrust of the movie – gang heroes having to go through rival territory to fulfil their purpose – is stolen straight out of THE WARRIORS. However it's the fun atmosphere, non-stop violence and hysterical dialogue that makes BRONX WARRIORS such an entertaining movie. A sequel emerged two years later!

Going through a phase right now of watching all these 80s cult films that i remember as a child. "1990: The Bronx Warriors" would have to be my favourite. The costumes, the overacting, the slow fight scenes, the soundtrack of an overly distorted guitar blaring over a 1980s drum machine, the too easy to follow story lines and predictable endings, the cheap faded face paint, the heavy metal haircuts and the main characters name being "Trash"... With that all said i wouldn't want it any other way, its downfalls keep me glued to the screen. There's crap movies that i don't bother with that make me fall sleep, then there's movies that are so bad they're great.Labelled as a B grade movie it is definitely one of those films that u would've watched as a kid then many years later as an adult you'd be asking yourself and others "what was the name of that movie where the guy has a knife come out of the front of his cowboy boot? No not Roadhouse, it was way before that film".Directed by the Italian director that Tarrantino idolised: Enzo G. Castellari.This film is the daytime version of "The Warriors".If u haven't seen it get a hold of this badass film and thank me later, believe me it will change your life.

1990: Bronx Warrior is pure post-apocalyptic Italian exploitation fun and, for me, it never gets old…that's just me though. The comparisons between this film and the films it steals from will be obvious to anybody remotely familiar with 70's & 80's post-apocalyptic biker/gang cinema so I won't bother going into all that. There's a good chance many of you will find this film extremely cheesy though and rightly so because it is. The minute you get a load of Mark Gregory's waxed chest, girlie walk & Maneloe (Man Camel Toe) you'll know right away this wasn't meant to be taken too seriously. It's one of those "switch your brain off" type entertaining testosterone flicks you smile and kick your feet up to.1990: Bronx Warriors isn't all that bad, the dialog wasn't as ridiculous as it tends to be in Italian exploitation cinema and the action/fight sequences were passable. Williamson's pimp king, The Ogre, was slick as hell and sported a perfectly styled mustache I'd beat a Red Cross worker down for and Vic Morrow's Hammer was so thoroughly over-the-top (especially during the finale) that the words "chewing scene while on speed" would be a huge understatement. Anybody out there wishing' we could have gotten a quick peek at Stefania Girolami's ass? Sorry Enzo but your daughter had a nasty fine can! Interested viewers will find some decent special features on the Media Blasters disc and that's all well and good but I would have been more appreciative had they slapped the sequel, Escape from the Bronx, on as an extra instead. Oh well, I'll live. Check this out when you've got time!

Well, it's been a few months since I've seen something as downright poor as "1990: The Bronx Warriors." I'd compare it to Bruno Mattei's "Rats." Plot: The year is 1990. The Bronx, NY has turned into a 'violent wasteland' mostly comprised of sissies riding rollerskates, bikers with brand new, sparkling clean Levi's, and a bunch of horribly costumed 'gangsters.' An obvious homosexual male named 'Trash,' leads the biker gang known as The Riders. They have no real motive or mission, they just live in construction sites and act stupid, not really committing any crime or doing anything interesting. A woman, who happens to be the heiress of a huge corporation, flees to the Bronx so she doesn't become a 'puppet' and The Riders, specifically Trash take a liking to her. A guy named Hammer, who is hired by the corporation, tries to take out the Riders and pretty much succeeds in the end, eliminating everyone cool in the film and leaving the wimpy, weepy Trash to finish him off.The movie had such potential as a screenplay written by the amazing Dardano Sachetti, but in the hands of Castellari, this turkey doesn't even come out cooked. There are holes, acting that is on-par with a high school play, and stretches of sheer yawn-inducing dialog that the whole thing makes you scratch your head and wonder- could these people really be serious here? There isn't enough gore to make it cool, the costumes are atrocious, and throughout the film we see life going on as normal around the actors. (Cars going by on bridges and highways, kids playing basketball, old people walking the street, etc.) The Bronx hardly seems like a 'wasteland' and aside from the horribly costumed gangsters and 'scavengers,' the only thing wasteful about this film is the fact that money was spent making it. Look for some especially horrible acting from the guy who plays Trash when he forces some tears out in a few scenes. God, it was like watching a student film. What happened, Enzo?"Escape From New York" it ain't. Italian horror buffs and vintage exploitation junkies can by all means skip this one. For a better example of Castellari's genius, see "The Big Racket" instead.2 out of 10, kids.