Thunder III

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.

Nothing special.

Mark Gregory does his normal thing (well enough) but the film itself is pretty unnecessary.

Its a shame that no real effort was made in either story or action to present anything new so its just same ole same ole :)

Mark Gregory (yes, Trash himself, from Bronx Warriors) headlines as the eponymous Indian hero, Thunder in this, the third and final in Fabrizio De Angelis's enjoyable series. In this entry, our man is seeking revenge against some slimy scum bags (headed by the always superb and very sadly missed, Werner Pochath) who lay waste to a small Indian village before giving him a merry old beating.

Seeing, that the police chief (John Phillip Law) is reluctant to help, Thunder is forced to take matters into his own hands and promptly sets about in turn laying waste to the offenders businesses, invariably by blowing the premises sky high! Yes, the plot is about as non-existent as imaginable but nonetheless, this is highly satisfying stuff as the bad guys are systematically punished for their crimes. Interestingly for a film of this nature, no one actually dies, rather Thunder's methods are centred more on a form of financial retribution in order to balance the amount of damage the villains did to the village at the start (for which they subsequently point blankly refuse to make financial amends).

All in all then, good harmless fun and highly recommended for fellow B-movie fans.