Film

They Live

Name: They Live
Genre: Science Fiction, Action, Thriller
Released: 1988
Cast: Roddy Piper, Keith David, Meg Foster, George Buck Flower, Peter Jason

A broke drifter finds a pair of sunglasses that strip the polish off 1980s America and reveal a ghoulish ruling class hiding in plain sight, along with the blunt commands — OBEY, CONSUME, NO INDEPENDENT THOUGHT — buried in every billboard. Carpenter wraps genuine anti-capitalist fury in gleeful B-movie trash: cheap effects, a six-minute alley brawl, one-liners for the ages. Funny, cheap-looking, dead serious underneath.

TMDb rating

7.3

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