Logan's Run is an ambitious science fiction yarn about a society in which young, healthy, good looking (and inexplicably Caucasian) citizens of a bubble-domed utopia all face mandated euthanasia upon reaching the age of thirty. Unfortunately, the picture strains to be the successful vessel of thought-provoking ideas to which it desperately aspires, and plays more like a drug-fueled evening at a glossy, giddy roller-disco complete with feathered hair and spandex -- much more 1976 than 2274. The very earnest Michael York, the Logan of the title, takes things way too seriously, and by the time a T.S. Eliot-quoting Peter Ustinov shows up, the movie has worn out its welcome. Logan's Run predates Star Wars by only one year, but the latter's advancement in the art of special effects makes the former look like it was clumsily manufactured decades before the George Lucas space saga.
Review of Logan's Run
