Slowly he withdraws from the real world and slips further into his nightmare as he imagines himself as unfeeling demagogue, for whom all that is left is the demonstration of power over his unthinking audience, the culmination of the odious excess of his own world and the world around him. We shuffle time and place, reality and nightmare as we venture into Pink's painful memories, each one a 'brick' in the wall he has gradually built around his feelings. On the TV, an all too familiar war film flickers on the screen. Too many shows, too much dope, too much applause: a burned out case.
Our story is about Pink, a Rock and Roll performer, who sits locked in a hotel room, somewhere in Los Angeles. There is no conventional dialogue to progress the narrative.
The story of The Wall is told simply with the music of Pink Floyd, images and natural effects.
