The Running Man review – brings very little new…
Projecting back to those halcyon days when narrative media about must-win dystopian death sports was satisfyingly scarce. It’s been a long time since Paul Michael Glaser’s 1987 film The Running Man, so we can raise a wry smile when we see its opening drag where it announces, with Nostradamus-like precision that, “By 2017, the world economy has collapsed.” The only thing that’s...








