Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, and Churchill (along with their alternative multiversal counterparts) graze through the Elysian fields, repeating the same three or four sentences for an hour and fifteen minutes, all while displaying a peculiar fixation on clothing and smell. It could serve as an excellent setup for a sketch or perhaps a video installation in a modern art gallery, but as a narrative work, it’s nearly unbearable. The interest dwindles within a meager quarter of an hour, and the fact that only archival footage was used doesn’t make the operation any nobler.