Thunder Warrior 2

Mark Gregory is back as Thunder, the homicidal-when-pushed Red Indian who likes to blow things up after about an hour. In a practical xerox of the first outing (so similar in fact, that they’ve basically just added a ‘2’ to the title), Thunder is banging heads with racist sheriff Bo Svenson again and is stuck facing a similar hate-crime folly when violence erupts after the tanned terror is called a “Dirty Injun Bastard” and locked up in jail after a scant 8 minutes.
 
Then, oddly, Thunder is (retardedly) ‘deputized’ as a county sheriff and then it plods dumbly into the same shit as Thunder Warrior (82) - except Thunder is ‘legally’ declared a good guy for a while and is not strictly the native American anti-hero he began life as.... who cares.
 
Despite a barrage of limp social commentary, bitching’ action, guns, cussing, Hell’s Angels, drug dealers, more squibs and more explosions, this has a far more ‘gay’ screenplay “I’m gonna’ get your ass!”, “That fuzz is up our ass!”, tho’ all is redeemed in a scene of wtf? comedy gold when once again, Thunder manages to jump thru’ a plate glass window for no reason what so ever. The deluge of dumb, desert drama continues in Thunder Warrior 3 (87).