A disturbing, darkly funny fictionalization of the life of Fred A. Leuchter, the garage tinkerer turned execution authority who became a darling of the neo-Nazi movement, and subject of the Errol Morris documentary, “Mr. Death.”
He comes to fix your photocopier, but really, Fred's an inventor. At night, he goes to work. He has goals, ambitions, and when offered the task of building a better electric chair, he jumps at the chance. People have to die, he believes in the occasional necessity of evil, but what if we could kill them more humanely?
A death specialist, first in his field but forever under-appreciated, he's charmed when a new generation of fascists come calling for his expertise. A Holocaust denier is on trial in Toronto, could Fred prove the gas chambers never existed?
Newspapers descend. Talking heads have their say. A documentarist makes a film. Everyone will know his name, though some things society will simply not abide. Dishonoured, discredited, disgraced. But Fred's work does not stop, and the world may yet be reminded of the dangerous truth that some men are driven by forces far more powerful than shame.
