The greatest joy of Logan’s Run isn’t found
in the campy ’70s special effects or the trippy, Moog-driven soundtrack.
It’s not even in the whitewashed, lava-lamped sets or in the film’s
oft-referenced utopian conceit. The biggest treat here comes from
watching the blinding chemistry between a crazed Michael York and a
sexy, aloof Jenny Agutter. Each delivers even the most confusing and
sterile dialogue with a magnetic and profound earnestness that is hard
to shake and easy to remember (“No! Don’t go in there! You don’t have to
die!”). At different points, York holds his own against the great Peter
Ustinov (as a crazy cat man!) and Agutter makes Farrah Fawcett (as a
plastic surgeon’s assistant!) look dumpy. The dynamic duo turns what
should be a shambling, psychedelic shit show into a tender (albeit truly
insane) date movie.
- Showing at: Laurelhurst.
- Best paired with: BridgePort Kingpin Double Red.
- Also showing: Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (Hollywood Theatre. 9:30 pm Wednesday, June 27), The Godfather Part II (Academy).
