There’s nothing subtle about John Carpenter’s delightfully daffy screed against shiny, happy ‘80s consumerism and crypto-fascism.
There’s nothing subtle about John Carpenter’s delightfully daffy screed against shiny, happy ‘80s consumerism and crypto-fascism. But why should there be? The ‘80s weren’t a very subtle decade. Wrestler Rowdy Roddy Piper plays an everyday palooka who has come to L.A. to chew bubblegum and kick ass…and he’s all out of bubblegum. After putting on a special pair of sunglasses, the subliminal world becomes visible to him—a world festooned with black-and-white signs and slogans instructing the braindead masses to buy, reproduce, and obey (the last of which would later be the inspiration for Shepard Fairey’s famous street art).