The Omega Man: One Paragraph Review

Charlton Heston is Not Alone

Charlton Heston plays a military scientist named Robert Neville who survives a plague unleashed by biological weapons in a war between Russia and China by injecting himself with an experimental vaccine. Two years later, he is alone in Los Angeles, where he barricades himself into an apartment complex at night to avoid the monsters he hunts during the day. The vampires from the original novel have been replaced with some sort of light-sensitive albino mutants, who taunt Neville by burning books outside his apartment at night. The albinos have formed a bizarre Luddite cult, the “Family,” who believe the plague was a punishment for the excesses of science. Neville is slowly losing his mind, which is illustrated in a brilliant scene where he walks out of a movie theater and hears every phone in the city start ringing. His paranoia, combined with his ongoing conflict with the Family, is brought to a head when he discovers a group of plague-resistant survivors and one of them is abducted by the Family. The movie just barely scratches the surface of some interesting themes like Neville losing his mind, or the morality of whether to “cure” the albinos. The conclusion to the film felt a bit rushed, and it climaxes with a heavy-handed religious allegory, but all in all I was impressed by the hidden depths this movie had to offer. If you can get past albino mutants wearing sunglasses and monks’ habits, you might enjoy it. The opening scene of Heston driving a sports car through an abandoned Los Angeles is worth the price of the rental alone.

This review is the first in a four-part series reviewing Richard Matheson’s novelI am Legend, and the three movies that have been made based on it: Vincent Price’sThe Last Man on Earth, Charlton Heston’sThe Omega Man, and Will Smith’sI am Legend.

A Vacation Before Job Hunting

Once I got to Portland, I decided to allow myself a vacation before I start seriously job hunting. It’s been pretty nice, just goofing off all day. I’ve been staying up until 2 in the morning and getting up at Noon. My days have consisted of nothing but reading comic books I borrowed from my brother Sean and playing computer games. Since I can’t afford a new game right now, I borrowed Sean’s copy of Fallout, an RPG based in a post-apocalyptic future. It’s a surprisingly cool game considering it’s not very new, and I’ve just about beaten it, which is good, since I’m completely bankrupt. As much as I hate job-hunting, I hate not having money even more, so here I go! Wish me luck finding that perfect web design job, or at least avoiding McDonald’s.

Tyler said, picture yourself planting radishes

Tyler said, picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes one the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course.

You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to the empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.

Imagine, Tyler said, stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you’ll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty carpool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles.

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