Ian West’s review published on Letterboxd:
Nowhere near as good as it’s predecessor, but who gives a shit?
This L.A. prison wasteland jam is big, bold, equal parts dumb/clever, gand it’s full octane camp In the most 1996 way ever. Feels like NY but hyper stylized with L.A. excess steroids that pulse throughout this weirdo movie that features a gladiator basketball scene and hippie surfers riding quake waves. Kurt Russell rules, his hair rules, and the whole cast is kinda great (Stacy Keach!!). This is just as fun now as it was theatrically in 1996, and I miss the days when studios gave John Carpenter 50 million smackers to make a movie.
I don’t care what anyone says... that ending is the purist Snake moment there is and No one can take that away, ever
“Welcome to the human race”