As Jason Statham attempts manfully to outsquint and outsnarl his previous sterling efforts, so too with the writer-directors, who are forced by the exceedingly high bar they set with Chev Chelios's previous rampage outing to take their cheery assault on political correctness to virtually unimaginable levels. Chinks, spics, women, gays - none shall remain unscathed as the indestructible Chev carves his way through all of LA's underworld, this time fitted with an artificial heart requiring constant jolts of electricity instead of the adrenaline last time round. There's really no point in getting offended; it's an equal opportunities bruiser of sensibilities. No-one has a go at rollercoasters for being morally suspect in just offering cheap thrills, after all.5/10
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