That sequel had more corn than a Kansas farm field but it was still underrated. I wish Russell and Carpenter had enough gas left in their tanks to make one more good one and cap off an Escape trilogy. You know, Snake goes out in a blaze of glory, the sidekick he picked up along the way (the one who lost his right eye in a knife fight earlier in the movie) stands there with a dead Plissken at his feet, and we see him don his old leather jacket and eye patch, then walk off into the horizon, leaving it an open-ended story. Now, that would be cool.
