First Cher and now Bill Clinton: it’s an emotional free for all here in the colonies and, though I am reluctant to admit it, I am at my telescreen, daubing my teary eyes with tissues
D). This is emo -or emotionalism- at its manufactured best! I think Speed Levitch, as a sort of neo-Beatnik in a grainy film, with his endearing, peculiar laugh, is definitely onto it (at 1:54):
Bombardment
Bombardment