Now don’t get me wrong, I like Logan’s Run. Great campy fun, that Michael York is just cute as a button and except for Peter Ustinov as The Old Man everybody’s a hoot to watch (especially Farrah Fawcett in her first role). Been a fan since I first saw it way back in the 70s, bought the DVD and everything. But as I was watching the last few minutes of the movie this morning, a thought occured that in any number of viewings hadn’t occured before.
All of these people are going to die.
I mean think about it. Here we have a population in the thousands, if not tens of thousands, comprised of people who apparently either engaged in no meaningful or productive pursuits, or engaged in a job (like surgeon) which required enormous technological resources that, with the destruction of The City, are no longer available. They have no readily apparent food sources (other than, when it comes to it, each other) and are dressed in gauze.
Yep, they’re corpses who just ain’t fallen down yet.
Now, I am not as bothered by this realization as I was by my realization that Quint from Jaws didn’t have to die (a nifty thread about which I started but a search is not turning up), but it still in thinking about it affects my opinion of the movie negatively and I’m not sure upon watching it again that I’ll enjoy it as much, knowing that everybody’s gonna die.