John Carpenter gives us still more paranoid horror, this time in the guise of aliens that run our planet and can only be seen in their true form when one looks through special sunglasses. By the time you’re done throwing in Roddy Piper as the hero in a goes-on-forever fist fight with Keith David (seriously, this thing goes on so long as is ultimately so ancillary to the plot that I’m pretty much forced to conclude that it’s intended to be a parody of overlong fight scenes), it doesn’t sound like it would be all that good. Surprisingly enough, it’s just mean enough to overcome its shortcomings and turn out okay. Even Rowdy Roddy wasn’t too bad. Also for the record, one of the minor plot details supplied the name of the blog you’re currently reading. Buy the tape
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