This is one of my favorite movies. I recommend everyone to go out and rent it or watch it on Encore on demand if it's still on there,but this movie is about what's going on in society today.
This movie is a must see. And, worth repeating, especially if you saw it a long time ago, and are now one of those who are looking for truth, then you must see this again. The movie is based on a short story entitled “8 O’clock in the Morning” by Ray Nelson. Nelson worked with the futurist Philip K. Dick, whose old science fiction novels are now becoming the reality growing around us, so we should be in for a treat. Directed by John Carpenter.
The movie begins and we meet the protagonist, Nada, {*1} played by former pro-wrestler, Rowdy Roddy Piper. He is lost. He is wandering. He is in dire economic straits. We hear that he left Denver, where the banks are closing. So, he’s moved on, in a futile effort, to escape yet another planned economic collapse. {*2}
The choice of Denver is interesting from a few perspectives. One, by being at the beginning of the movie, Denver, where there are vast underground complexes around the area, and as well, beneath Denver Airport, serves as a subtle hint, that if you don’t look beneath the surface story, you will miss out on what this movie is about. Two, the disturbing murals at Denver International, show a theme related to this movie, with some alien hybrid wiping out humanity. Three, the entire Colorado area was a virtual ground zero of the S&L collapse, where Bush and his cronies raped this country’s citizenry for millions.
Back to the movie, our protagonist sees a “crazy” blind preacher stands on the corner, shouting at passersby:
They use their tongues to deceive you. The venom of snakes is on their lips. They have taken the hearts and minds of our leaders. They have recruited the rich and the powerful. And they have blinded us to the truth.
Our human spirit is corrupted. Why do we worship greed? Because, outside the limit of our sight, they’re feeding off us. Perched on top of us from birth to death, are our owners. Our owners! They have us. They control us. They are our masters.
And, he closes it off with an all-important message to the viewers:
Wake up! They’re all about you. All around you.
The police come and grab the preacher and hustle him away. Nada, gives out our typical programmed apathetic response. He shrugs his shoulders and moves on.
The above speech tells us a lot about what is going to happen in the movie, but more importantly, what is presently going on all around us. The “venom of snakes” could be a reference to a few things, but we’ll explore that later. You need look no further than to your friends and neighbors and perhaps yourself to see greed worship, or watch BBC’s The Century of the Self. As for our owners, Jordan Maxwell does a pretty good job of confirming that we are in fact, “owned,” though I wonder if Charles Fort’s musings are more on target.
Nada then passes a storefront which sells televisions. There is a black youth standing in front of the display. He is transfixed. He looks zombiefied. The images shown on the screen are subtle hints of the mechanisms of control: the faces carved into Mount Rushmore, a Eagle flying, a Flag waving, sports, and of course, beer commercials. {*3}
Our weary protagonist seeks a place to rest for the night. He finds an alley and beds down among the vagrants (aka other unfortunate souls). Down the alley, a window is open. Through that window he sees an old woman watching television. Her show features some actress saying:
Sometimes when I watch TV, I stop being myself, and I’m a star of a series, or I have my own talk show, or I’m on the news getting out of a limo, going someplace important.
All I ever have to do is be famous. People watch me, and they love me. And I never never grow old, and I never die,
But the woman in front of the television is growing old. She is, surely, and slowly, dying. And, she is wasting her last few years of life in front of this television. Another sad depiction of the mechanism of control. How many of us waste a good part of our lives worshiping these empty “stars” thrown at us by the media? How many of us escape into the programmed fantasy wishing for our own fame and fortune, or prostitute ourselves (spiritually, and I’d hazard, sometimes physically), in hopes of ourselves becoming “stars” one day?
Now, for the surface story, and to keep the interest of those watching who’ll never understand that this is not science fiction, our protagonist meets his buddy. Have to have a buddy in a buddy picture. The choice of a black man is telling. Race is yet another of many of the Hegelian dialectics they use to divide us from each other.
The two buddies discuss the current economic situation, sometimes hitting on the truth about rampant corporatism, and sometimes missing, falling into other Hegelian traps themselves. For example, they blame foreigners for our manufacturing woes, instead of our masters, who methodically, and by design, took the manufacturing jobs out of this country.
The television “programming” is interrupted by a message from a “hacker.” He has interrupted the signal and is trying to broadcast the truth:
Our impulses are being redirected. We live in an artificially-induced state of consciousness, that resembles sleep. The poor and the under-class are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent.
They have created a repressive society, and we are their unwitting accomplices. Their intention to rule rests with the annihilation of consciousness. We have been lulled into a trance. They have made us indifferent, to ourselves, and to others. We are focused only on our own gain [signal cuts out]
Please understand, they are safe as long as they are not discovered. That is their method of survival. Keep us asleep. Keep us selfish. Keep us sedated.
The regular programming comes back on. “That thing’s giving me a headache,” says one of the vagrants. What’s giving him a headache? The truth is giving him a headache.
The other vagrant mocks the hacker. “Blow it out your ass!” That fits right in to what David Icke says of what pathetic sheep we have all become. Our masters have figured out a more effective means of control, consensus (peer pressure for adults). As Icke says, “At least sheep need a sheepdog to keep them in line, we’ve even dispensed with that. We keep ourselves in line.”
But, Nada, he’s not so quick to dismiss it. The broadcast which everyone else ridiculed strikes his curiosity. Is his heart recognizing the truth our eyes can’t see? He is slowly awakening. He is becoming a truth-seeker. He’s looking at obscure details. He’s looking at things in the distance (symbolically, past the propaganda). More importantly, he is asking questions.
We flash to a scene of the two oblivious vagrants (the sheep / dismissers) watching TV again. Before their eyes, two towers explode and collapse! Very very synchromystic! [I completely missed this the first 3 times I watched the movie.]
Our protagonist has found refuge in a make-shift tent city, where others of the new underclass have built a small community. Are the squalid conditions these people live in a preview of the Neofeudalism George Soros and other corrupt elites speak of? Or, could one take this further, and consider it predictive programming for Americans to prepare them for the pending economic collapse?
The regular programming is again interrupted by the hacker, aka the voice of truth:
They are dismantling the sleeping middle-class. Suddenly , more and more people are becoming poor, [Um, just look around you!]
We are their cattle, We are being bred for slavery, {*4}
Again, the signal cuts off. The “people” give their typical responses, reflecting ignorance, and even more noteworthy, fear:
“Daddy, I have a headache.” “Me too, honey.” –> Again, the truth is scary and disconcerting. It threatens our innocence/naiveté.
“Can someone please explain to me what that was all about?” –> Our ability to think critically has been intentionally removed by the education (i.e., indoctrination) system. So, it is much easier for us mentally, when a newscaster (i.e., person of authority) tells us what to think.
“That idiot’s licking his nuts again.” –> Programmed quick dismissal of challenging theories. Think of the “conspiracy theory label.
Our protagonist, not dissuaded, continues to investigate. What is going on in that mysterious little church? And alas, we see the words painted on the wall:
Our truth-seeker, Nada, continues with his quest. He is in the process of awakening. He knows there’s a lot more going on than he is aware of, and he’s coming to understand that you can’t accept anything at face value. You need to look to alternate sources, and then you need to look beyond them (his use of binoculars conveys this metaphor). Watch him as he goes around the church, he pays no attention to things that are out in the open. He is looking behind places, and under things. It’s symbolic of how you need to question everything, even what I and other alleged truth-tellers are advising you of.
Back outside the church, the sheep are having a conversation. They are speaking of how they’ve heard rumors of “bank robberies,” an “epidemic of violence,” “cults,” and “crazy end of the world stuff.” {*1} They are doing what we, who receive our news via the controlled media outlets, and even a bulk of the alternative outlets engage in: mindlessly repeating stories fed to us, and expressing them as either knowledge or opinion.
During the above speculations, one of the vagrants adds, a rather enlightening bit of dialogue: “A whole lot of people going crazy over some nutty dream they just had.” Does anyone remember the words of Bill Hicks? {*2} If you haven’t take the three minutes and do so.
Our hero, still unsatisfied with his quest, keeps looking. He tries to tell his buddy that everything is not what it seems, but his friend doesn’t want to get involved. “Leave it alone, man. It’s none of our business. I’ve got a job now. I just keep walking the white line. I don’t bother nobody. Nobody bothers me. You should do the same.”
How many of us truth-seekers encounter this same problematic response from our own friends and family. “It’s too distressing. I’d rather not know. That’s just coincidence. You should focus on work instead.” They are conditioned to be sedate. They focus on getting ahead, even though by doing so, they are falling behind, both economically and spiritually. [Ironically, the same person now denying Nada, had contemplated a similar thought earlier.] Nada, or should I say “no man,” counters with wisdom: “That white line is the middle of the road. That’s the worst place to be.” Exactly!
Next, the police come and raid the tent city. They beat random people up and terrorize the residents. It shows how the police are yet another tool the state uses to oppress its citizenry. Was there a reason for the police raid on the poor and homeless? No. None. But, they need to keep the public afraid. Fear, ultimately serves the state, as Comrade Stalin himself knew all too well. {*3} These are the real terrorists. The scene, for me, was reminiscent of the way the brutal Israeli state represses the Palestinians in the refugee camps, but I can’t say if that was the director’s intent.
After the raid, the survivors pick through the remnants of their belongings and their lives. The scene is reminiscent of how ants behave after one steps on their mound. I had to pause and reflect on a quote from the movie A Bug’s Life. The words serve as wisdom, to address the issue of why our ruling elite are compelled to keep us in ignorance and fear: “You let one ant stand up to us - then they all might stand up. Those puny little ants outnumber us a 100 to one. And if they ever figure that out, there goes our way of life.”
The sole television set in the tent city, left unmolested by the police (yes, it’s safe to assume intentionally), paradoxically plays on: “Oman’s collection puts passion before fashion, but goes glitter and in comes divine excess. The warm collection revels in freedom of expression.”
While the ants predictably scamper about, our protagonist takes an entirely different path. He goes back to the church: the “forbidden area,” or alternately, “hallowed ground.” {*4} The wall that said “THEY LIVE, WE SLEEP” has been symbolically WHITE-washed. {*5} Thus, he, growing more aware, looks behind the white-washed wall and retrieves the box of sunglasses.
Finally, our hero puts on the Sunglasses. And now, he can see!
OBEY! OBEY!” command the subliminal advertisements. On the surface, just like this movie itself is some wacky Sci-Fi spoof featuring a former wrestler, the adverts show women in bikinis or a pack of cigarettes. But, under the surface, they are dictating orders and shaping our consciousness.
The choice of sunglasses as the means for enabling one to see the world as it really is creates some interesting parallels. Are they representative of a powerful sigil that can ward off/block out the lies (our reality) of the Solar Cult? Are they a symbolic refraction tool, to allow us to look directly at the propaganda of the Emissaries of Light (e,g., Freemasons), and see through the facade of Illuminism?
He proceeds to look at things with the sunglasses on, which starts causing him a sharp headache. The metaphor is likely indicative that when you finally wake up (e.g., when you get past something like 9/11), you realize that everything else you believed in at one time is now also suspect. Your perception of “reality” starts to change. It is akin to unplugging from the matrix. It brings on a shock to one’s consciousness and you will begin to fear/understand, as was said in The Matrix, “The rabbit-hole goes deep.”
Nada continues to observe his new reality. Every sign, every billboard, is not as it seemed. They read:
“Stay Asleep”
“Watch TV”
“Submit”
“Conform”
“Buy”
“Marry & Reproduce”
“No Independent Thought”
“Work 8 hours, Sleep 8 hours, Play 8 hours” {*6}
“No Imagination”
“Do Not Question Authority”
He passes a magazine stand. Row upon row. No cover art. No faces. No images. Just a black and white world of subliminal messages. He looks within a magazine. Without the glasses: charts and graphs. With them: simply “Obey.” Across the street, even the stop sign reads/dictates “SLEEP.”
The newsstand vendor interrupts his mental discombobulation, asking if he’s going to buy something (implying he should move along if not, i.e., societally reinforced consumerism). In the vendor’s hand, he is holding a series of Federal Reserve notes, and the sunglasses disclose that none reflect their denomination, but instead “THIS IS YOUR GOD.” It certainly is!
Alas, we see who the “They” in the film’s title are, as Nada sees his first “Alien.” Anyone familiar with David Icke’s work, will surely note the reptilian quality of the alien skin. Would John Carpenter have been aware of Icke’s theory ahead of time? I would speculate not. The choice could have also been a nod to William Bramley’s “Brotherhood of the Snake,” or even a gnosis of the theories of intervention and the inter-mingling of reptile DNA, as presented by Michael Tsarion.
The Aliens are all around him, mixing freely and walking among the people. They are everywhere. At one shop, some white-collar flunky (i.e., average Joe) is moping about how he “just can’t seem to get that promotion.” His Alien coworker, better-dressed, and likely, higher up in the corporate ranks, consoles, “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will come.” {*7}
The Aliens are shown to be part of the wealthier subset of society. They appear outwardly as ourselves, but are “our betters,” as would be labelled by those of us brainwashed by the unholy trinity of media, education and culture. Our hero glances up at the television screen, and to no surprise, the politician giving a speech, is also an alien.
Overcoming the initial shock, he snaps at an older blue-haired woman looking pomp in her diamonds and fur. He calls her out for the ugly alien he sees her as. In response, she calls in help, and we get one of the sound-bites from the movie, “I’ve got one that can see.” {*8}
Trying to stay ahead of the police, he runs inside a bank, which unsurprisingly, is full of Aliens. {*9} The police catch up with him, and sure enough, these tools of tyranny are also staffed mainly by Aliens. One policeman, who he chooses not to kill, is human. Is this an advisement that some of the cops, are just following orders, unaware of the beast they are serving?
In his effort to escape, he kidnaps a human woman and seeks temporary shelter at her house. Holly. Something about her, I can’t place. Disturbing/intoxicating eyes. A cold, yet alluring demeanor. Is there a significance to her living on “Circle View” Drive? We’ll come back to her later. For now, I’ll note that she does betray Nada, and that her early plea to him bears repeating. [My friend Anesti views her words as a parallel to the pact we make with our rulers, offering submission and servitude in exchange for security.]
“I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want… as long as you don’t hurt me, please.”
When we ourselves, “wake up,” our next natural step, is to try and awaken others. The first people we go to, tend to be our friends and family, and as would be expected, our protagonist goes to his “buddy.” His friend’s response is typical of the type we truth-seekers normally encounter:
“You ain’t showing me nothing. I got a wife and kids. So leave me alone. “
We’re then treated (some may argue “mistreated”) to what I think may be the longest fight scene I have ever seen in any movie. I first saw They Live several years ago, while I was still sleeping. Likely driven by ego, I assumed the reason for the scene’s extraordinary length was to please the brain-dead wrestling fans, who only came to see the movie because of Rowdy Roddy Piper. Sometime after I woke up, I recalled this film and realized the underlying story was far more significant than I had first assumed. I began recommending the movie to all, always adding, “But, you’ve gotta give it a chance. Don’t be dissuaded by the ridiculously long fight scene that just goes on and on and on.”
In preparation for this review, I sat down to watch the movie again, and it finally occurred to me. The fight represents the struggle we have, to convince those closest to us, that what we are telling them is real; that what they’ve believed over their entire life is a lie. Those closest to us, tend to be the most resistant.
Do you, recall the first time you tried to convince a friend that 9/11 was not done by some smarmy Arab supermen? Or, about how we are the property of the owners of our Federal Reserve System? Or, that the same person who created the American Cancer Society, is the same who discovered how to create cancer in humans? Sometimes, you just feel like you’re literally banging your head against the wall. To John Carpenter’s credit, he extended this fight scene to drive that point even into our own thick skulls.
Finally, his friend, Frank, puts on the sunglasses and begins to see things as they are. He is overwhelmed, almost in a state of panic. We (truth-seekers) are given some sage advice: “Hold on [to yourself]. You aren’t the first one to wake up out of a dream.”
Inside the hotel, where they settle in for the night, the discussion between the two friends, may be the most illuminating of the entire movie:
A long time ago, things were different. Daddy took me down to the river and told me about the power and the glory. I was saved.
He changed when I was little. He turned mean. I ran away when I was 13. He tried to cut me once with a big old razor. He held it up against my throat. I said: “Daddy, please.”
He kept moving back and forth, like he was sawing down a tree.
Daddy, can only be Freud’s Big Daddy (which, I previously discussed in Fight Club Revisited). Thus, “Daddy,” is a reference to the government, or system of paternal control that we are ruled by. So, what he’s saying, is that at first, Daddy was The Church (think of the centuries of tyrannical rule by the Roman Catholic church, and the illiteracy and superstition it forced on mankind). Then, Daddy decided to use another means of control: war. From the Napoleonic Wars, to the two World Wars, and all the other brutality between, before and after. Think of the resulting peace-time regimes that arose in the Soviet Union and China, which cut down over 100 million of us.
The follow-up, from Frank, now in reference to the Aliens, makes me wonder, if the term Daddy, also supports the Intervention Theory (a rational alternative to the illogical Biblical Creation narrative and Darwin’s unscientifically supported Theory of Evolution). Just how long have our oppressors lived among us? {*1}
Maybe they’ve always been with us, those things out there. Maybe they love it, seeing us hate each other. Watching us kill each other off. Feeding on our own cold hearts.
Our protagonist closes the discussion, with a sentiment that our ruling shadow elite fear more than anything else. That we, might awaken and stop buying the lies and misdirection they plant in us. That we, will stop killing each other, look past their scapegoat puppets they use to shield themselves from view, and come get them.
I’ve got news for him. There’s going to be hell to pay. I ain’t Daddy’s little boy no more.
Our truth-seekers, meet up with other aware individuals (i.e., once you open yourself up to the truth, you will inevitably find yourself among others who feel the same). As the buddies make their way to a secret “resistance meeting,” they pass a poster of a 2004 film called They Are Among Us. {*2}
Frank, upon learning that many of the ruling elites are actually human (not alien), incredulously asks the group organizer, “People are joining up with them?” The answer is simple. and also explains to us, how so many of our own could go along with the programs we are presently seeing implemented,
“Most of us just sell out right away. Then all of a sudden we get promoted. Our bank accounts get bigger. We’ll do anything to be rich.”
Well, you need look no further than the Clinton Crime Family, or the Bush Crime Family, to see this in action. Look at all the unimaginable human suffering these present American leaders (I grimace to use that word, maybe stooges or lackeys is better?) are responsible for, and see how their wealth has grown. One is forced to contemplate whether their allegiance lies somewhere outside humanity.
The Voice of Truth (i,e, the “hacker”) is on the background television:
“Fluorocarbons and methane have increased since 1958. Earth is being acclimatized. They are turning our atmosphere into their atmosphere.”
Well, I don’t know about that, but all one has to do these days is go outside and look at the steady stream of chemtrails that fill our skies. There are a lot of theories, a lot of disinformation, and a lot of beyond top secret classifications. Even the pilots themselves have no idea what they’re spraying (I’ve been informed many actually believe the lie that they are combating “global warming”). We can only guess as to what is going on. So, one can’t help but wonder.
Frank, again living up to his name, straight-forwardly asks, “What do these things want?” The resistance organizer, Gilbert, answers:
“They’re free-enterprisers. The earth is just another developing planet. Their third world.”
Nothing different from the colonialism we’ve seen displayed over the past few hundred years, or the imperialism of the past few thousand.. The Voice of Truth continues on:
“Deplete the planet, move on to another. They want benign indifference. We could be pets or food, but all we really are is livestock.”
I wonder what Charles Fort would think of that statement?
The resistance have traced “the signal” being beamed through the television. It, is what puts us into the catatonic-like state which blurs our vision and prevents us from seeing things (e.g., the Aliens, the Propaganda, etc.) as they really are. I would assume this plot element was chosen for cinematic reasons; so there would be a focal point for a plan to change things, and thereby, create action and suspense. However, the system of brain-washing we are exposed to is much more pervasive and wide-spread. If only it were as simple as blowing up some transmitter! {*3}
After a raid on the meeting and yet another betrayal by Holly, the buddies use one of the alien secret communicator devices to escape. A temporal hole opens up, and soon they find themselves in a massive underground complex. Judging by the size of the air vent they find themselves near, we could assume the complex is likely deep underground. {*4}
An announcement is made over the intercom that the terrorists have been exterminated. Two human guards are seen “high-fiving” and celebrating the news. “We got ‘em. We wiped ‘em out. They got to meet the A-Team.” A fairly accurate depiction of the mind-control of security forces/military, and of how it is used to direct them against their own brethren. [When they're celebrating "them," they are too ignorant to know they mean "us."] In the meanwhile, many of us, the audience, are ignorant of our own perpetuation of Orwell’s terrorist myth. Osama bin Laden is today’s Emmanuel Goldstein. If you haven’t realized this yet: Accept it! Move on.
Inside the facility, the team wanders into a luxurious banquet hall. Here the human “upper-class,” (Again, “scum” or “ignoble” class is more fitting. See how even language is used to shape our reality?) is gathered to hear the announcements from their masters. One (of the true masters) is giving a speech:
Our projections show that by the year 2025, not only America, but the entire planet will be under the protection and the dominion of this power alliance. The gains have been substantial, both for ourselves, and for you, the human power-elite. [big applause]
You have given us entree to the resources we need in our ongoing quest for mutli-dimensional expansion. {*5}
In return, the per-capita income of each of you in this room has grown. in this year alone, by an average 39%.
They meet one of these “elites,” who’s drunk and rambling on and on. [Is this the classic hubris, of the type Aaron Russo attributed to Nick Rockefeller's revalations?] He looks familiar? [I couldn't place him at first. Thanks to Anesti for pointing him out.] It’s the vagrant from before! The one that was mocking the Hacker. The one spreading speculative fear-mongering stories! The same one we saw switching the channel when the Voice of Truth came on! And, what does he have to say to our buddies?
Hi boys! I didn’t know you’d been recruited.
Aha! He was/is a disinfo agent. His words make it quite obvious that he didn’t just join up, so he must have been an infiltrator. His prior actions confirm it. [Yet another fabricated story-teller exposed as a plant!] I wonder what that says about our “old boy from San Anselmo,” George Lucas?
The speech fades out in the background, while the host boasts of how the recent human threat to their operations has been eliminated. These sick power elites chat, smile and congratulate each other, unconcerned over the fate of their own kind. No, this is not science fiction. This is happening in the world around us now.
The “agent” gives them a tour of the complex. They stop by a launching pad, from where travelers can go to other destinations. So, we’re deep inside the Earth, looking inside towards the core, where there is a night sky view, with a black sun at the center. Another Hollow Earth reference! The host offers and interesting explanation of how the star-gate works:
“That’s where they come from. I don’t know how it works. It’s a gravitational lens. It puts a bend in the light and you move from place to place. The whole thing works like one big airport.”
Is this occult knowledge or just synchromysticism? Would this be like the alleged Montauk trans-dimensional chair that Stewart Swerdlow and others have spoken of? Steve Willner offers some amazing insight into the concept.
The agent shows our team where the signal is located. [Perhaps, a sign that hubris, is ultimately, what will bring down the ruling class?' Before they carry out the plan, they decide to kill the agent/traitor. But first, they ask him, "How do you do it? How do you sell out your own kind?" His excuse contains a lot of truth. Truth that most of us willfully remain oblivious to:
"It's business, that's all it is. {*6} You still don't get it. There ain't no countries anymore. They're running the whole show. They own the whole planet."
[For any who haven't seen it yet, I highly reccomend Ned Beatty's on-topic speech from Network (1977). Note he says "college of corporations." The word "college" has its origins in Rome, where these trade societies/guilds (i.e., collegium), over time, became criminalized and ran protection rackets.]
The film continues along with surface level “Action Picture”/”Good overcoming Evil” plot. We get to see Holly again, the woman with the strange eyes, for the final time, and once again, she betrays Nada (killing his buddy behind his back). Her last words were an attempt to dissuade Nada from his plan, and until she said them, I failed to grasp the significance of her character.
She pleads: “Don’t interfere. You can’t win.” And then, the far more telling: “Come inside with me.“
“Inside” is an intentional double-entendre. She is asking him to come inside her vagina. To come be with her, and seek shelter, ala the womb metaphor. I touched on the topic previously, (in Fight Club Revisited) and was surprised to find this uncommon theme again; relationships are yet another distraction that divert us from our path to self-realization (i.e., truth). Holly’s repeated betrayals also reinforce how we go from relationship to relationship, even after experiencing the same end result; a futile quest, to have someone else make us whole.
The film closes with our protagonist destroying the transmitter, and then defiantly flipping certain death the middle finger. [Possibly symbolic of when you have no more fear, you are truly free. And/or a Christ metaphor?] We then have a short montage of scenes depicting everyday people “waking up” to the Aliens all around them.
On one of the “talk” shows, some reviewer, who is suddenly
exposed as an Alien, is ranting about morality in movies:
“All the sex and violence on the screen has gone too far for me. I’m fed up with it, Film makers like George Romero and John Carpenter have to show some restraint”
George Romero? Interesting. So, in a movie full of metaphors, we’re shown a propaganda scene, where an Alien, posing as a moralistic do-gooder, expresses outrage to the gullible public, against two directors, one of whom, at this juncture, any aware person can assume is a truth-teller. Now, if anyone out there thinks that George Romero’s “Dead” series are simply gross-out gore films about Zombies eating humans, than you’ve missed their point entirely. {*7}
A couple of months ago, I wrote a tongue-in-cheek blog about how the ruling elite’s programs for dumbing-down society had exceeded even their greatest expectations, concluding that inadvertently, the subconscious mind had also been stupefied to the point that the clever subliminal staples of advertising where literally going over their audience’s heads. While perusing the web for images from the movie, I made a rather synchronistic discovery. {*8}
Alas, to those who still think They Live is science fiction, and that my musings on the film are highly speculative:
This movie is Def a good look, please check it out!
Shout out to Alex From the (Celtic Rebel) for breaking this movie down. Please check out his site below!
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http://celticrebel.wordpress.com/2008/03/11/they-live-we-sleep-iii/
