Death Wish 3.
Filmed in a very unconvincing London-dressed-to-look-like-New-York, and so bad it has to be seen to be believed.
Inept on every level - funny how back then it seemed fine for a man to pull out a big gun and blow a huge hole in someone for trying to break into their car, or steal a purse.
The acting is dire (Bronson was never what you would call oscar-worthy), the gangs come across like unruly infants, and the music score is one of the worst I have ever heard (and by Jimmy Page, no less).
But my favorite moments have to be where the neighbourhood starts to 'fight back' at the end, and they start killing the gang members and then start jumping up and down with delight to celebrate...kiRAB, old ladies, the lot - hysterical!
Michael Winner has certainly foisted some cr*p on us, but this has to be his finest(?) achievement.