Once a vigilante, always a vigilante.

Bronson is wheeled out again (not quite yet in his bathchair) as the righter of wrongs, this time wiping out half the drug dealers in Los Angeles.

More a case of Death Wish Fulfillment.

With veteran Lee Thompson at the helm, you might expect this episode to herald a slight upsurge in the series.

Instead the film, apart from its action scenes, which are mechanically efficient, is a complete and utter disaster, a woeful script driving some of its actors to desperate lengths.

As the two detectives tracking Bronson, Soon Teck-Oh and George Dickerson seem to be competing for the worst supporting actor of the year award.

John P Ryan as Bronson's mysterious ally, is hardly better, surely the worst performance this distinctive actor has ever given.

Bronson himself contributes very little, apart from knocking people out with ridiculous ease.