Like every Native American in cinematic history, Thunder is a calm and sophisticated man who just wants to live in peace with his community. You know; explore the land, watch the wild horses run by, teach children to have respect for the planet, etc. But, for the third time already, outrageously disrespectful white trash men force him to go savage!
The beer-slurping, gun-loving chauvinist males of a little New Mexican town followed a self-financed military training, and now consider themselves such big men that they promptly destroy the homes of the nearby Indian reservation. Poor Thunder once again gets tortured and dragged behind a car, but he's still noble enough to go see the Sheriff first and ask for a payment to settle the damages. The rednecks obviously refuse, so Thunder has no choice to start destroying their properties in return.
Very redundant and repetitive sequel, hardly worth seeing except maybe for Werner Pochath in a glorious role as the insupportable and cowardly townsmen's leader. The original "Thunder" was a very entertaining and exploitative R-rated "Rambo" rip-off, that also perfectly benefitted from the popularity of lead hero Mark Gregory straight after his passage in "1990: The Bronx Warriors". For some incomprehensible reason, however, the sequels have gone soft on us! The installments went from an R-rating to a PG, and this spoiled all the fun. My main problem with this is that there aren't any casualties. The bullets never hit anyone, the explosions are always in a distance, and we find ourselves staring at little model houses on fire most of the time.
