The Jeffers Corporation is the largest business in the history of mankind, and they got that way thanks to their strict philosophy of mindless productivity. But when people begin literally exploding, Jeffers Corporation Level Three TUNT George Washington Winsterhammerman begins to fear that his time will come sooner rather than later. George lives a comfortable yet completely uneventful life, and when he starts having dreams in which he’s the first president of the United States, his doctor informs him that they could be signs of impending explosion. Later, as the dreams become more frequent and his co-workers continue to detonate, George is prompted to reevaluate his mundane existence. —wikipedia.
"George, I was a level 5. I was a king. A king among men. And then one day I was in my office and I fell asleep, and I saw myself walking. I was asleep, but I saw myself walking down a road and people were laughing at me. And when I looked down, I saw that my penis was missing. And in its place was the Jeffers logo and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, no matter how hard I scrubbed or washed, it wouldn't leave. It was then I knew that I had to escape." A writer's film.
If it just had that one little push over the edge... if the story had one more tiny ounce of oomph... I could say a million "If it just" statements about this film, but that wouldn't change it. So much potential. The film is literally on the cusp of being great, fantastic, mindblowing even. But it wasn't. And it never will be.