Fascism doesn't show up in jackboots and swastikas. It arrives in the form of a polite older gentleman on Christmas Eve.
Roland Schimmelpfennig's play about the failure of liberal intellectuals to confront the historic danger of extremism was written in 2015 in a German context, and its universal relevance has only become more striking in 2017. Winter Solstice is a portrait of liberal impotence in the face of blind conviction. Will these well-meaning dedicated people take action when fascism is entertaining them in their living room?