I purchased this as an old rental VHS tape from an Amazon third party vendor, hoping that it would be a gem in the rough. More rough than gem, that's for sure. The two leads provide breathtakingly awful acting. There's enough molasses-slow pacing here to make one those lethargic 50's era B-movies seem like an amphetamine commercial directed by Tony Scott. Of course that's only when new-wave punk 80's band members aren't blowing each other across the screen. Blowing up. I meant to say blowing each other up. If you are a cult film fan, then all the pain you have to endure with a movie like this is just part of the fun. For the rest of us... well, bring one of those bags the airlines keep in the back of every seat. You'll need it for scenes with lines such as, "...that was our first encounter with disco mutants. I was sure it wouldn't be our last."I would only recommend this if you and your friends get high every day and enjoy watching popcorn pop. Just don't take anything too strange or you may end up gnawing off your own hand.

His name is Albert Pyun and his movies are crap. The ideas for his movies sound cool in a B movie way, but they never deliver. Captain America, Cyborg, Mean Guns, Adrenalin, Brain Smasher, Dangerously Close, and Radioactive Dreams have all caused me pain more than any other director. I have not seen any Ed Wood movies, but I imagine that they will be similar. Radioactive Dreams is relentlessly annoying. If you thought that the word Focker was used too many times in Meet The Parents, wait until Marlowe repeats "we are slick dicks!" for the tenth time. I have always hated the use of period slang and this movie uses 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's slang in it's horde of cliched characters from four decades. Notice that movies that used a lot of slang that were made during these decades are now either unintentionally funny or unbelievably inferior. There was a hope in me during the movie that Michael Dudikoff would die a horrible death. He is honestly that annoying. John Stockwell appears to have no spine in both this and Dangerously Close. His voice is whinny. No matter what I say, you will see it if you want to, but I can not imagine an intelligent person that would consider this a good movie.

This fulfills the criterias to be a cult classic, something to love OR hate for everyone. I belong to the first category: 2 kids growing up in a nuke shelter with a large collection of detective novels deciding to be the post apocalyptic worlds first dicks, The Atomic Dicks! Fastpaced wachy post apocalyptic tong-in-the-cheek comedy. Irresistible. B-movie queen Lisa Blount pops up in this weird mix and singer Sue Saad gives a few nice songs like the excellent title song "Radioactive Dreams", the soundtrack certainly deserves to be released. Great acting, excellent photography and score. It is very low budgeted, but every last penny is up there on the screen and stretched well beyond its limit, just as it was the case with director Albert Pyun's "The Sword And the Sorcerer". This movie stands up to repeated viewing. 7/10

I've been hurt by movies before. Supernova, Ninth Gate,...Meet the Feebles pushed me down ten flights of stairs and then savagely kicked me in the groin. But all this pales before Radioactive Dreams. Where to begin...where to vent the HATE. The concept of this...for lack of a better word, Film is the story of two guys raised in a bomb shelter after being kidnapped by bank robbers Fat Guy from Cool Hand Luke, and Other Guy not in Cool Hand Luke. The kids are raised on detective novels and blah blah blah. If you're gonna try and do a take off on Film Noir, try and learn what Film Noir is. Don't just watch Guys and Dolls, sniff paint fumes, and decide to make a movie.So these guys run around...and...ARRGHHHH...pains me...to...remember this film...must...struggle on...must warn society...The story isn't the only thing holding this flick back...it's a technical nightmare. Often times the camera is filming NOTHING...for several minutes, apparently while the director lights up another Doob and the cast and crew are flogging themselves for their involvement in this wretched wretched film. I was actually screaming out loud as this film dragged on. Like a traffic accident, I found I couldn't just turn away...as I was in the middle of it with a steering column through my chest. (author pauses for muted sobbing)Fortunately, this movie is NOT available for sale on either video or DVD. However, much to my horror, I have seen it in several local video stores, and I can only assume this atrocity is repeated elsewhere in our fine nation. Do NOT watch this movie, do not ASSOCIATE with people who recommend this movie for anything other than to induce vomiting. It's bad, it'll hurt you. I know. Peace.