Admire only the production design from this otherwise cheesy sequel to Escape from New York, a ragbag of routine action sequences cribbed from other people's movies.

It's 2013 and LA, ripped from America by an earthquake, is a desolate island where the scum of the earth are sent to rot.

The US President's daughter has absconded with a black box that can 'shut down' the planet, and ended up in LA.

Renegade adventurer Snake Plissken (Kurt Russell) is injected with a slow-killing poison to ensure his return, and sent out to get the box and kill the girl.

Once he gets there, the visuals impress, but the rest is tired retreads of things we've seen before, notably the gladiatorial arena where combatants are assigned impossible tasks which no one has ever performed (Snake, of course, obliges).

A stellar cast can do litle with a banal and basic script, which it took three people, including Russell, to write.

Take your own escape route: don't bother.