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Zach Galifianakis | ... |
George
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Judy Greer | ... |
Michelle
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Mía Maestro | ... | ||
Missi Pyle | ... |
Sahra
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James Le Gros | ... |
Julieen
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D.W. Moffett | ... |
Jeffers
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Matthew Glave | ... |
Rodger
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Chris Coppola | ... |
Todd
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Fay Masterson | ... |
Cindy
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Ryan McCann | ... |
Mack Luster
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Anthony L. Fuller Jr. | ... |
Missionary #2
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Joe Rosati | ... |
Jeffers Agent #1
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Mycol Comolli | ... |
Jeffers Agent #2
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Angela Adto |
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Dale Bowers | ... |
TV Couple Man
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The Jeffers Corporation is a world success, endorsed by the U.S. President, pitching productivity and happy talk. George is a third level employee, supervising three or four others. Around the world, people are exploding as the stress of denying feelings takes its toll. The Jeffers' response: mind control. George and his wife are miserable: he's impotent with occasional fits of infantile pique. She's reading a book on happiness, trying everything. His brother, released from prison, starts of freedom-of-expression movement in George's backyard. Plus there's Charisma, a woman from Level Four who sends him paperwork - with smiley faces. Can George connect? Written by <jhailey@hotmail.com>
Orwellian comedic-drama from director Jared Drake and writer Brandon Drake pares civilization down to a desperately stress-free society filled with self-help gurus and innocuous television shows. Zach Galifianakis, an unhappily married family man who works in Level 3 of a major productivity corporation (where the company logo is the middle finger salute), attempts to avoid combustible stress as it is causing citizens to literally explode. There's no passion left in his marriage, yet the sound of a co-worker's voice on the phone reminds him of a happier time--when love ruled his heart. Nearly-ingenious bit of offbeat satire, infused with deadpan black comedy and Galifianakis' sly performance (he keeps a straight face almost throughout, though there's always a naughty twinkle in his eyes). Some of the situations fall flat, the dialogue is a bit crude, and the film runs too long at 95 minutes (cut the crusts off this material and it may have made for the perfect short). Still, the surge of feeling (and redemption) at the finale is worth waiting for, and the picture has an intriguing look and ambiance that could garner cult status. ** from ****