I can't help but be fond of the 1970s version of the "future." It's such a great, mod look, with lots of glass and white furniture and women willing to sleep with anyone. Seriously, it is *so* easy to get laid in movies like Logan's Run or Rollerball.
So in this version of the year 2018, there's no war and no crime, but everybody is obsessed with a violent, bloody game called Rollerball. So the people get their bread and circuses, and the corporations rule the world.
In this is James Caan, playing a guy who's the best Rollerball player ever. He's too good, in fact -- people are forgetting that this is a team sport. So the corporation he works for orders him to retire ... or else.
So you get some nifty cool action sequences, some cool sets and someone blows up a couple trees for a random reason, but really, this movie is about the interplay between Caan and John Houseman as the uber evil corporate executive. Theirs is the real deathmatch, and it's masterfully done.
Skip the ridiculous remake, and check out the original for some classic Orwellian sci-fi.
Sex, sports and social commentary.
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