Most "B" movies live or die on the strength of their titles, which makes "Hell Comes To Frogtown" one of the best ever, as it derives double meaning in the person of Roddy Piper. The ex-wrestler plays Sam Hell, a doomed prisoner whose virility makes him valuable to the feminist government that has taken over after a bio-nuclear holocaust. He's needed to start the repopulation of the species, and he's given this baptism by fire in the most hostile mutant territory there is: Frogtown, a rusty dump infested with giant, mutated amphibians who've kidnapped most of the fertile females left living. His assignment? Spring 'em and *schwing* 'em, with the help of the always-interesting Sandahl Bergman as a "quality control" expert, state-trained as a "fluffer" to keep Piper's mind from wandering (predictably, late-80s sex hi-jinks ensue). No real "skin" to speak of (despite the best efforts of the boobular Kristi Somers), and looks like it was shot entirely in an abandoned meat-packing district outside of Fresno. Gave birth to two more sequels (why Piper wasn't sewn up for those is one of Hollywood's great mysteries). Don't leave any loaded guns around while watching this one; just keep telling yourself "it's still better than CITY SLICKERS II".

Former wrestler Rowdy Roddy Piper stars in this atrocious nonsense. At least no one takes themselves too seriously.