California-based writer-actor Annette Roman is sick and tired of people who resort to name-dropping Hitler in public discourse, the title of her own one-woman drama notwithstanding.
As the child of a loving mother who was a member of the Hitler Youth, and a domineering Hungarian Jewish father who “played the Holocaust card” at every opportunity, she figures she gets a pass. And she earns it in this irreverent, 60-minute biographical tale, drawing on colourful family histories and relationships — including her own ill-conceived romance with a white supremacist — to sketch sympathetic multi-dimensional characters. (Except in the case of one annoying Canuck, eh?)
Absorbing and surprisingly amusing, it’s a well-balanced call for empathy and tolerance — just not too much tolerance.
— Pat St. Germain