Mamas, Don’t Let Your
Babies Grow Up to Be Comic Book Collectors
Art By: David Lloyd
Published By: Brown Watson
Cover Price: £1.50
Year Published: 1979
*Non-Spoilers and Score At
The Bottom*
Welcome back to Logan’s
Run February where we examine a different adaptation of…wait a second. It’s not
February any more. It’s March. I was supposed to be finished by March! And yet,
while working on this series for Just For the Hell of It Mondays and consuming
way too many versions of the science fiction novel, I uncovered yet another
adaptation of Logan’s Run—this time,
a comic strip based on the television version! So let’s get it straight: the
novel begat a direct comic book adaptation (more than twenty years later) and
the movie, which begat a comic book adaptation and a television show, which
begat its own comic strip adaptation. It’s like Logan’s Run is the All In the
Family of science fiction! I feel I would be derelict in my duties not to
address this UK-based variant, as shown in the Brown Watson published Logan’s Run Annual. But really, I will
be exposing my soul and admitting my own self-destructive, obsessive compulsive
qualities that make me an unbearable social leper as well as a burden to
everyone around me. You can start the fun if you simply read on!
Explain It!:
I saw the film Logan’s Run for the first time about
fifteen years ago. Christmas was rolling around and, as usual, I’d put off
shopping to the last possible minute. My girlfriend at the time liked
science fiction, so I got three or four moderately-priced DVDs; one of them was
Logan’s Run. I have no idea what made
me want to get it, perhaps I’d caught bits of it as a Saturday afternoon
televised movie during childhood, or maybe I’d had a conversation with someone about it
and was curious. It may be telling that I don’t recall anything about the
other DVDs I purchased, except that there were others. I was immediately
enthralled by Logan’s Run.
To be sure, I don’t like
MGM Studios’ Logan’s Run because I
think it is a masterpiece of cinema. It is an overblown bit of high-minded
rhetoric handled with the subtlety of a brick in the face. It is an expression
of greedy 1970s hedonism and an increasingly youth-obsessed culture without any
of the inherent downsides. Sure, you have to die at age thirty, but before then
you can fuck beautiful women and inhale powderized drugs to your heart’s
content. It is, in many ways, an insipid and stupid movie—and these are the
reasons I like it. It’s a time capsule, a last gasp of an established Hollywood
studio system that would be taken down several pegs by movies like The Godfather, Apocalypse Now, and Star Wars in successive years. (The
Hollywood system would come back with a vengeance later on, but that’s a story
for another day.) My point is that, employing hindsight, we can perceive Logan’s Run as a small, radioactive jewel in the palm
of your hand, glowing a bright green for a short time until it decays to a deep
red, then blinkers briefly until turning a deathly black. For half a summer in
1976, it captured imaginations.
I looked into Logan’s Run and discovered that a Marvel
comic book adaptation of the movie existed, and then that a television series
based on the movie also existed. I consumed these with
delight and chuckled to myself about the silliness of it all. I eventually got
around to reading the novel that began it all and chortled at that as well. I
was above it, you see, somehow looking down on this stupid fever dream of a
story from a lofty perch where having your original work adapted into three other
forms of media is a bad thing. The Logan’s
Run movie continues to be a favorite of mine to this day, indeed I watch it with
some regularity. It was after one of these routine viewings that I decided to
look up Logan’s Run on the internet, again, after years of not doing so. And then I discovered the Adventure Comics
adaptation of the novel.
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I nearly giggled myself
sick with smug glee over the fact that this ludicrous story which contained
people being stalked by a jungle cat in post-apocalyptic Washington, D.C. had
been adapted four times—and this
black and white comic book version was the only one that remained completely
true to the actual novel! I snapped up the whole series (it was not very
expensive, I assure you) and when I saw they were drawn and plotted by the
well-respected underground comics creator Barry Blair, I was so tickled. It was
like a dream come true, that Logan’s Run
could have come full circle in this way, drawn by an artist known for
cartoonish fantasy art of young people in compromising positions who was a stalwart vanguard of independent comics as well. For weren’t
many of the independent comics in the chaotic direct comics market of the 1980s
heirs to pulp pop novel mills of the 1950s and 60s? There was merit in
examining the original work and its derivatives, I was sure of it, and all I needed
was a month with five Mondays so I could exploit this site’s Just For the Hell
Of It Mondays series for my dubious purposes. I found that month in February of
this year.
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I prepared by re-reading
the novel, re-watching the movie, re-reading the comic book adaptations and
re-watching the television series. A lot of hours went into making this
material fresh in my mind for writing an ambitious and pointless series of
articles. As I re-absorbed this stuff, I looked up pertinent info from time to
time, and found many Logan’s Run
resources that fairly well deem my little February-long venture irrelevant. It was
on one of those sites I discovered something I must have overlooked, since it
is included on the Wikipedia page: another adaptation of Logan’s Run, this time a comic strip based on the television show! It ran in UK
celebrity rag Look-In for a couple of
issues, and publisher Brown Watson issued a Logan’s
Run Annual hardbound book, in keeping with other television and movie
“Annuals” produced by the publisher that compiled celebrity interviews,
publicity stills, and other filler material; this is the book, that I have yet
to review, which is the subject of this article. And that’s when it dawned on
me that I might have a problem.
When you come to reviewing
the comic strip continuation of a television program based on a movie that was
adapted from a novel, you are no longer applying a sane, outsider's critique. I had fallen
so far down the rabbit hole that all semblance of balanced opinion was left topside with daylight and fresh air. On the inside cover to Adventure Comics’ Logan’s Run #1, co-author of the
original novel William F. Nolan writes, in part:
This comic book you hold
in your hands is the beginning of the Logan
saga, and along with all of you, I’ll be looking forward to these boldly-illustrated,
dramatized adventures of a character who simply refuses to die.
Run on, Logan, run on!
Reading the entire
introduction in context definitely gives the impression that Nolan was
genuinely pleased to see his novel spun into so many formats. But after
embarking on this project, I’m not so sure the author was thrilled about it.
The character Logan-3, who became Logan-5 for unknown reasons, truly seems to refuse to die,
even after decades have passed and our memories of adaptations past have faded to nothing. Blue Water Comics put out continuations of Logan’s story as
recently as 2012. A remake of the MGM film has been bandied about Hollywood for
almost thirty years now, with Warner Bros. hiring someone to write a new story
treatment last Summer. Logan keeps running, and the more you look into Logan’s Run and its legacy, the more you
find—I could very easily read the two sequel novels in the Logan’s trilogy, and their derivatives: a prequel book written by
William F. Nolan and an immeasurable amount of fan fiction dedicated to the
world he helped to create. There are songs inspired by the film, interpretations of the movie
soundtrack, fan films, and even an alternative-reality game called City of
Domes created in 2005. It’s like a fractal pattern that reveals more of its intricacy the closer you look. I’m sure I could spend the next ten years of my life
researching Logan’s Run and its
derivatives. And neither myself nor the world would be richer for it.
And this is just Logan’s Run—a property that has, to my
knowledge, no cartoon adaptation, no extensive toy set, no Christmas specials
or made-for-television movies (excepting perhaps the pilot episode of the TV
show). Provided my consumption of the material can outpace any current
production, which is slow to nil, I can eventually see and hear and feel
everything Logan’s Run in a finite
amount of time. What about properties like the
Transformers, or Star Wars, or Batman? You could spend an entire
lifetime just trying to acquire and read every comic book featuring Batman, and
still never be done. And you would have glossed over the movie serials, the
television show, several feature films and cartoons—it would take a robust
research staff a hundred years to really digest every morsel of Bruce Wayne’s
tragic transformation into a flying mammal of the night. And they still might
fall short.
The stories presented in Logan’s Run Annual are okay, facile
versions of the same telegraphed twists you would find watching the television
show. The most compelling thing about the strips and illustrated stories is
that they are quite capably drawn by David Lloyd, who would gain more notoriety
a few years later drawing a little serial comic called V for Vendetta, written by Alan Moore. But other than that: Logan,
Jessica and Rem encounter samurais, they encounter monsters. They come upon a
deserted domed city that is populated by nocturnal cannibals. Always getting
away from dire scrapes, always pursued by the relentless Sandman Francis. There
are interviews with Gregory Harrison and Heather Menzies, a couple of terrible
mazes and long-winded articles about the science-fiction lineage of the Logan’s Run television show and the
future of robotics. It’s all very cute and quaint, and if you’ve come this far
along in your Logan’s Run
investigation, then you’ll probably like it a lot. But you would never pick
this up on a whim, and since you’re already versed in other adaptations of the
original work, then you are getting only what you’ve come to expect of this debatable franchise. For my part, I am done. I could look into Logan’s Run for the next several years, but it would be a waste of my time. Better I spend that time looking into the inspirational
sources and cultural antecedents of Thundarr the
Barbarian.
Bits and Pieces:
When you come to this
point, and you’re critiquing the licensed comic version of a licensed
television adaptation of a licensed movie conversion based on a science fiction novel, you can no longer claim to use
populist ideas of art as a baseline. You opened this trap, you walked inside,
and if what you find doesn’t conform to standard set by the great works of James Joyce or
Rembrandt, well you have none to blame but yourself. For what it is, this comic
adaptation of the Logan’s Run
television show is of high quality, drawn by the venerable David Lloyd and
written by…who the hell cares? It’s more of that Logan’s Run dope I’ve come to need, just chasing the thrill of more
and more reworkings of George Clayton Johnson and William F. Nolan’s pulp
novel. Whaddoya got? A rap album based on the Marvel comic series? Lemme have
it. I need the solo adventures of Rem as compiled by a respected fanfic website.
Whatever you have, that Logan’s
Run/Peanuts comic strip mashup too. I don’t care. I’m just feeding my
habit. I’m a piece of shit.
∞/10
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