Ah, yes. Those magical afternoons my high school buddy Damian and I would spend browsing the cramped confines of Cross Street Video, where the decision whether to rent Robot Jox or Radioactive Dreams hung upon which cast had more Oscar-winners or nominees.
(And despite the ads visuals and breathy copy, Savage Dawn wasn’t a one of the roughly billion Road Warrior rip-offs shat onto VHS tape during those mythic times. It was actually an “Badass ‘Nam Vet versus Outlaw Biker Gang” jobber. A gross bit of bait and switch, but both those genres were just reskinned oaters anyhow.)