It’s generally a bit of discouraging when you review a film from your childhood as “cool” and after that do a reversal to watch it as a grown-up and discover that seems to be, well…supremely dopey.
Too bad, that is particularly the case with Runaway, a “not so distant future” thriller from the year 1984. I was fourteen when I first saw it on VHS (because of a neighborhood video store called Currys) and, well, I adored it at the time. I was trusting I’d feel the same route as a grown-up, so I place it in my Netflix line and screened it the previous evening. Enormous error…
On an exceptionally shallow level, Runaway still seems valid. The film is composed and coordinated by one of my most loved creators, Michael Crichton. It stars an attractive Kirstie Alley (before she got weird…) And growling rock symbol Gene Simmons depicts the hissible scalawag, a criminal brains named Luthor.