Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot

Brandon and I watched a borrowed library disc of Logan’s Run wide screen version last night. It was a first for him and a distant memory for myself. I have faint glimpses of Michael York and a pretty girl escaping a utopian underworld to the ruins of Washington DC, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember the ending. Parts of the 70’s are a sleepy cannabis induced fog, reviewing the film brought the same gleeful buzz without the red-eyed stupor. That and a joy bubble from a perfect example of the correct way to typeset Lublin’s Avant Garde Light (opening titles –yum!).

Whereas Star Wars dominated and upstaged all that was post-apocalyptic sci-fi in the 70’s, this movie has a cool, mod, sexy and visually fascinating aura that despite its pastel shopping mall death ritual and arcane special effects, makes me want to read the book. Added to the wishlist:

“They could do a really awesome remake of this” so said my son. I agreed. Then spouted off my low budget version of the life of Peter Ustinov’s character (the old man) as an intensely lonely boy, then man drawing pictures of cats, immersed in books that didn’t make sense, and plagued by night dreams of people wanting to touch his face. It could be done with four actors, an abandoned building or two and blurred clips from the old movie. Probably for around 100k or less if I was a truly connected Hollywood creative.

Brandon’s version has a budget and the destruction of the dome isn’t brought about by a simple computer error. (The idea of abort, retry or fail wasn’t vogue in the 70’s –when a computer cant answer a question everything explodes!) Further brainstorming developed into the sanctuary-runner people becoming more of an organized underground resistance and much better robots. We both agreed to give Moebius a call for visuals.

This morning’s research via IMBD dashed our yet to be written screenplays to the rocks, the sequel is already in production for this year and I’m guessing to be released around Christmastime. Dang!