Quite an assembly of talent is ultimately wasted in this near-pointless look at a mental patient (that guy from the TV remake of Jason and the Argonauts) who thinks he's Hitler. A bunch of his fellow patients seem to think they're members of his staff, too. Essentially this is a re-imagining of Marat/Sade, adding in a head shrink (that guy from one of the Star Trek shows) who may be crazy too. Hitler's psychosis (the real Hitler, I mean) has been examined with substantially more depth and to a more powerful effect numerous times before.
A little indie paranoia, done fairly well. This flick gives us C-list actor Michael Zelniker as Stuart Bliss, a catalog promo writer who becomes obsessed with the idea of the apocalypse after he starts to see signs of it -- literal and figurative -- on the way. Meanwhile, his wife abruptly leaves him, his job turns bizarre, and things get progressively stranger. Excellent score (why do indies never think about this!?) helps loads, with film editor Neil Grieve making an interesting impact with his first and, to date, only feature film.