
“They went up like men! They came down like animals!”
North Africa, World War II. British soldiers on the brink of collapse push beyond endurance to struggle up a brutal incline. It's not a military objective. It's The Hill, a manmade instrument of torture, a tower of sand seared by a white-hot sun. And the troops' tormentors are not the enemy, but their own comrades-at-arms.
A suffocating, sun-baked descent into the worst of human nature. The heat is palpable, the despair suffocating, as men are pushed to their absolute limits by their own kind. It's a raw, unflinching look at power and punishment.
















