Under the iron boot of der Fuehrer and the heavy thumb of Mr. Mullally, this is at best a workaday projection of what might have happened when Hitler's world conquest (all except the Catholic church) is just about complete. This opens in 1941 when he's at the height of his mad/ manic powers and surrounded by all the faithful (Goebbels, Goering, little Eva, etc.) whether at the Chancellery or the Berghof. The main thrust of the action concerns his determination to bring Pope Plus XII to his knees in a direct confrontation. Having failed, Hitler assumes the robes and has himself coronated as Pope Adolf before he's shot and the regime crumbles. There's a subsidiary plot concerning Kurt, his new ""literary assistant"" hired to edit his speeches like a ""cosmetic surgeon,"" but Kurt becomes disaffected after his four-month tour of the New Order facilities and the Dachau incarceration of his father. . . . Mullally is not dexterous enough to pull this off. One can read either history or fiction far more easily than one of these ill-at-ease amalgams purported to be a little of both.