A simple after-the-holocaust premise: a 23rd-century domed city where the passive citizens are uniformed in colors of either raspberry or lime sherbet, and where nobody is permitted to live past thirty. And a simple chase plotline: two lovers, fleeing their inevitable fate, outrun the official executioners (called, coyly, "Sandmen"), outbattle a shiny aluminum robot (called, straightforwardly, "The Box"), discover the great outdoors (a lizard crawls up the girl's dress and she shrieks, "I hate outside. I hate it!"), and finally stumble upon the vine-covered ruins of Washington, D.C., where, in the Senate chamber, they find an old man and a squadron of cats, and they resolve to bring these oddities back to their sheltered, downtrodded city. Although the ideas are simple, the physical properties of the Future World are elaborate and unstinting (and glossily well photographed by the veteran Ernest Laszio). The movie may not be very good science fiction, but it affords a good setting for science fiction. With Michael York, Jenny Agutter, Richard Jordon, and Peter Ustinov; directed by Michael Anderson. (1976) — Duncan Shepherd
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