In a near-future 1980s, a small desert town’s Santa Claus goes to the big city in search of his wayward daughter. On that simple premise hangs this delirious punk rock collage of Cold War fears, suburban encroachment, and magic mushroom sandwiches.
“Returning to the original 16mm A/B negative rolls for the first time, an entirely new reconstruction of director Rick Schmidt’s ultra-low-budget gem shines with a visual and sonic clarity never present before, including bits excised from the original 1983 release prints.” —NWR
This is one of the strangest and most anarchic films I have ever seen: a weird story about a Santa Claus impersonator searching for his daughter in a time which foreshadows the dystopian future of Orwell's 1984, commentated by interviews and combined with footage on cold war hysteria, naughty punk rock, elements of performance art as well as political statements.
A very interesting film. Visually you won't see many films like Emerald Cities. The settings and collages are pretty engaging. But the film is more absurd than profound. The punk rock soundtrack adds to messy aesthetic. Honestly, I'm still not sure how I feel about the film and might never be sure, but that being said I didn't dislike the film.
This is a fun, weird, seemingly improvised movie about Christmas, nuclear threat and TV, punctuated by performances by Flipper and The Mutants, two pretty cool 80s punk bands with a paranoid and angry take on consumerism and romance. A film that is anarchic and full of nervous energy, I get the feeling that it doesn't give a damn about what I think but, for the record, I liked it.
A compelling freakshow of a film that lags in the latter parts. Some truly bizarre and intoxicating sequences, especially creative with the tv segments. But calling it weird doesn't give it enough credit. We're living in the aftermath of this 80s psyche. This film highlights the paranoia, consumerism and apathy of a world out of wack. But it's ending is poor and the narrative gets derailed by the music scenes.