Colin. A bloke. No airs and graces. He takes his eggs hard-boiled and toast unbuttered.
"I'm alright thanks" - Colin, asked how he was doing, the day after his wedding day.
"I'm alright thanks" - Colin, asked how he was doing, the day after his wife's funeral.
Cry Club is a tale about male emotional-repression. The protagonist should be familiar to a few of you.
Colin, recently widowed, finds himself at rock bottom. Homeless, partnerless, he lugs his life in his rucksack and trudges the cold streets of Melville- a grey, empty suburb.
He stumbles upon a cardboard sign by the entrance to an abandoned warehouse, reading "Cry Club -->".
He enters, not realising he is about to enter a brave new World; a World of uninhibited vagrant expression- singing, dancing, yoga, drinking, folk celebration. Amidst the eclectic community, Colin falls for free-spirit 'hippy-Rapunzel' Leaf, the spiritual leader of this strange Bohemia.
A clear fish-out-of-water-in-a-tropical-shark-tank, Colin seeks to gain acceptance into this oddball community, and win over the affection of the enchanting Leaf, ahead of the slimy, chiseled, love-rival Fabio. However, to stand a chance, he must learn to obey Rule #1 of Cry Club: 'One must express themselves wholly and truly'.
Unimpressed by Colin's inability to engage emotionally with the group's pastimes, the community deliver Colin an ultimatum:
One week to deliver a convincing moving performance, or else Colin will be banished from Cry Club- leaving Leaf behind forever.