The Gospel According to Prisco

I liked this slightly better than Logan’s Run, but that’s kinda like saying I’d prefer to have a gopher shoved up my ass rather than a starved badger.  The concept was far more dire, and vaguely more timely.  The world is overcrowded and the greenhouse effect is killing everything, so corporations and society are rationing everything.  Food is worth more than gold, with fresh produce going for exorbitant amounts.  Strawberry preserves cost thousands of dollars.  The Soylent company is making little food like chips that people can subsist on. 

Ultimately it’s ninety minutes of Charlton Heston squinting around, and loving up a woman who’s a concubine that comes with the nicer apartments in the city.  While the premise is much more interesting that that in Logan’s Run, the movie is incredibly boring.  Basically, the object is to make it to the last ten minutes of the movie, where you can finally understand why people shout out “Soylent Green is people!”  Because, as it turns out, Soylent Green is actually made from people.  I think it’d be far funnier to see him scream this at a crowd of people who then gasp, and shrug, and continue eating.  Of course, I’m a sick fuck.

Charlton Heston has pretty much made a career, similar to Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger, of being in movies where catch phrases are bellowed out in a croaky groan.  ”Let my people go!”  ”You blew it up!  You bastards!”  ”Luke is Vader’s son, you damn dirty ape!”  

Ah, well.  He’ll be in his grave long after they remake this and it’ll give him plenty of rolling around room.