Film

Radioactive Dreams

Name: Radioactive Dreams
Genre: Science Fiction, Action, Adventure, Comedy
Released: 1986
Cast: John Stockwell, Michael Dudikoff, Lisa Blount, George Kennedy, Don Murray

A post-nuclear-war comedy where two teenagers raised on 1940s detective fiction emerge from their bunker to find a mutant-infested wasteland. They talk like noir gumshoes, dress like gangsters, and solve mysteries with genuine bewilderment. It's Ed Wood meets Mad Max by way of a high school drama class—cheap, weird, and utterly unashamed of itself.

TMDb rating

2.7

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