The second film in the series finds Rene Vavarre returning as Fantomas, the master thief who escaped his death sentence and finds himself on the run from Inspector Juve (Edmund Breon) who plans to stop at nothing to bring the man to justice.
...this alarmingly crude and gloriously excessive degenerate filth biker trash is the answer to your wildest, most deranged and antisocial scuzzy celluloid prayers. You know you're in for a real treat when the picture opens with the credits spray-painted in gaudy graffiti on a brick wall while a crummy surf-rock theme song (complete with wailing vocals and a tacky reverb guitar riff) blares away on the soundtrack, then clinches the whole deal by showing a bunch of machine gun-brandishing nuns robbing a bank! And that's just for starters, as this exceptionally abominable feature graphically depicts the gross exploits of an especially nasty coed biker gang embarking on a blithely immoral and unrestrained crime spree.
What follows after that astounding beginning rates as a marvelously odious anything-goes let-it-all-hang-out catalog of wall-to-wall violence, brutality and plain old no-holds-barred stinkweed depravity: shoddy splashes of grungy gore, a gaggle of frumpy housewives are tied-up and savagely raped (one has her hand cut off and mailed to her husband!), sleazy soft-core sex scenes, gratuitous bared distaff skin on frequent display, an amazingly debauched biker orgy, chain whippings, a hapless gas station attendant gets torched, a cop is dragged behind a speeding vehicle, and even a Russian roulette scene, plus such standard action as car chases, shoot-outs and explosions. The latter stuff is staged with an appalling ineptitude that's a wretched wonder to behold, while the lousy acting, limp direction, ragged editing and grainy cinematography shot on ratty scratched-up film stock further enhances the overall rankness of this supremely schlocky swill. Better still, the motorcycle mamas are incredibly slutty-looking: With their obviously phony over-sized silicone breasts, scarily garish made-up faces, and frightfully enormous over-permed hairdos, these skanky honeys resemble low-rent strippers. The men are even more laughable: their scraggly beards, ridiculous Mohawks, hideous multi-colored dyed hair, and ugly heavily made-up mugs make them seem like gay bondage bar regulars. ... (IMDB Woodyanders)