'Aftershock' (1990) - Frank Harris.

This explosively silly, delightfully muscle-headed WWW3 actioner is the gloriously exception that boisterously proves the rule; ergo, you can MOST certainly polish a turd if you encrust said odoriferous celluloid nugget with plentiful alpha-buff movie stars, and none cum harder than Maestro John Saxon!!!??? Man mountain Matthias Hues!!!??? Uber-villain Richard Lynch!!!??? Heroic Hellbilly Michael Berryman!!!??? Martial Arts Bad-ass James Lew!!!??? AND dashing young blade Chris Mitchum!!!??? Come the phook on now!!! Who said the Post Apocalyptic B-Movie is yesterday's trews, dude! Heck nah, brah!!!!! 'Aftershock' is the Ducks oily nuts, mayte! Crack open a fresh chutney pipe, whiskey-up a stale beer, and revivify somnolent schlongs with Frank Harris's lowly budgeted, middle-maintenance, high-ordinance, winsomely warmongering, furiously funking fist of VHS-era junk! While 'Aftershock' sure as phook 'aint good for ya', it's got one helluva screw-headed buzz, and as the man once said, 'good never did much real good for no one, man!' This buck-less B-Movie banger is bad to tha' bone, and I wouldn't have it any other way, dude!