Adolf

The Führer's bunker, Berlin 1945, the air thick with betrayal. Hitler awaits the inevitable. Pip Utton, looking uncomfortably like the Führer, stands before a huge Nazi banner addressing his party faithful. He furnishes us with an acute anatomy of fascism; its ideological justifications; its poisoned utopias. We are in the presence of a compelling idealist, helplessly drawn in to his warped logic. Hitler is finished, his crusade defeated. We know how the story ends….. But Utton has reserved a sting for his tale...a sting so powerful it forces us to look within ourselves, questioning our own prejudices and intolerance.