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).