
As such, I admit I had fairly high expectations for this third film, although I was not hoping for anything more than just a plain, good ol'fashioned, B action fest. Let me start by stating that I loved DR1, and found DR2 a surprisingly (and unusually) well-made and entertaining sequel, even if (clearly) not of the same caliber as the first movie. This is not bad enough to be good, that's how bad it is.

As far as cheap and very nasty titillation is concerned the only thing left out was a little girl on girl action and whereas with a Jean Claude van Dam or Steven Segal movie they are SO bad that they are almost good, this isn't. The writers and Roel Reine concentrate so hard on cheap and very nasty titillation that the have even left in an up skirt shot, which I presume was supplied courtesy of the wind and coincidence, because they couldn't have contrived it themselves and they shouldn't have bothered leaving it in. It is so badly written that they had to retrospectively explain in laughable detail, because not enough care was taken in the first place to have it hang together. Some of the characters, like Prudence contribute nothing material to the plot or the story and then they exit taking no further part, when they could have easily been written into it more effectively. It could have been OK, except that the action scenes were all so weak, so poorly hashed together, the continuity between scenes is laughable.

It has all the quality and finesse of a Jean Claude van Damm movie made in Rumania. The shooting, direction and continuity are so bad I find it incredible that this has even been finished, produced and distributed. I feel sorry for actors like Ving Rhames and Danny Trejo because I think they deserve better than this, since this movie lacks any redeeming features at all, nothing.
