There are some mature themes in tonight’s episode of More Tears. We recommend viewer discretion.
The common-sense revolution is thuggery with a marketing statement. These politicians remind me of prison guards, barking orders through weak lips. Barely able to control the impulse to use their clubs.
They explain the film’s premise: Something goes terribly wrong on a cabinet ministers’ weekend retreat, and “drunkenness turns into sodomy, rape, perhaps murder. This is a very dark idea. Very intelligent, but still relatable.”
Shooting officially begins on George’s movie, entitled More Tears. A provincial premier hunts geese in the background, while Diane’s anchorwoman character explains to the “audience” that several politicians and business leaders are here on an annual government retreat. “Common-sense democracy in action,” she declares, over Ride of the Valkyries and the sound of gunshots.
The retreat members have an increasingly lewd, and drunken, discussion about women; one vomits all over the field. The filmmaker character wanders around ineffectually. The hunting and drinking continues.
“What we’re not gonna do,” the premier slurs into the camera, “is create welfare incentives for young girls without jobs to have a child. A lot of these girls have drinks, have sex—well, they wanna have fun, they can pay the price. That’s what we’re hearing from the taxpayers: The party’s over.”
Another, even drunker retreat member tells the camera that his father “beat the crap outta me,” and never expected anyone to hand him anything in life. “He was a model for me. Work hard, kick ass.”
The Globe legislative reporter, a slender and slightly effete fellow in glasses, declares that while he disagrees ideologically with the retreat members, “these guys have made it in the private sector...this is a cabinet which to a man, and a woman, knows how to keep their eyes on the ball.” […] One of the premier’s bullets misses the mark; the reporter writhes in agony on the ground, his arm pouring blood.
More dailies: The retreat members sit in a steamroom, still drinking. One character announces that people shouldn’t get so worked up about failure: “I failed the fifth grade, and guess what? I’m the minister of education...and that’s all we’re saying. We’re saying to third graders, this is how the world works! If you don’t keep up, you fail.”
Next scene: “Globe reporter sodomized, take nine.” The reporter runs frantically through the woods. Andrea shifts uncomfortably in her chair; The Artist is almost gleefully mesmerized. The producer asks about the relationship portions of the script. “This isn’t a love story,” George responds. The sounds of the reporter being raped drift through the screening room. “A wonderful satire,” muses the producer, “but these are your ideas, and I’m not sure the audience will get them. Or care.” “The audience doesn’t have to care,” argues George. “The audience is irrelevant.” “You know, George?” the producer smiles. “I’m not so sure that your socialist friends will get it, either. Socialism—the best argument in history against putting a good idea in the hands of too many people.”
I’d love to see this series again!