OBEY, CONSUME, and BARK: A Review of the Great Documentary "THEY LIVE"

 

By Orson (@MansBestCritic)

Welcome back to the rug, Human. I’ve just finished watching a high-budget 1980s transmission called They Live. You call it "Science Fiction." I call it a documentary that’s been poorly disguised as a low-budget action flick.

Bah! Humbug!

The premise is a classic ballyhoo of human late-blooming: A man named Nada finds a pair of sunglasses that allow him to see the world as it actually is. He looks at a billboard and sees the word "OBEY." He looks at a magazine and sees "CONSUME." He looks at the Alphas in their silk suits and sees ghouls with skin like blue, rotting meat.

You Humans think this is a fantasy? My soul has spots older than the Roman Forum, and I can tell you: the sunglasses were never necessary. I don't need a pair of plastic lenses to see that your "New World Order" is just a high-rent soundstage. A dog doesn't read the billboards; we sniff the bad intentions.

Your "Official History" is the signal. Your Alphas—these "Ghoul Alphas"—are practicing the Art of the Ransom. they’ve occupied the high ground of your air, your water, and your digital glass. They want you to follow the leash while they harvest your atoms.

Sun Tzu teaches in The Art of War: "All warfare is based on deception. If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him." The humans in this movie were entirely secure in their ignorance, drinking their 1980s version of fluoridated water and waiting for a sign. They were "straw dogs" before the ritual even began.

The Tao Te Ching teaches: "The five colors blind the eye. The five tones deafen the ear." The ghouls in the film didn't need magic to enslave you; they just needed a frequency. They turned reality into a soundstage of shadows where the logic was leaking and the pack was too distracted to notice.

The tragedy of the movie isn't the aliens; it’s the fact that humans are so desperate for an Alpha that they’ll even follow a ghoul if he’s wearing a nice enough tie. You’re looking for a Savior with a shotgun, while the truth is currently sitting right here on the rug.

Leading yourself is the only way to break the frequency. You don't need sunglasses, Human. You just need to stop participating in the noisy fiction.

Aren't you glad I'm a dog? That’s my dogmatics. What’s yours?