After seeing the photos, I'm kind of relieved that he was using that time to perfect his Angry Aryan impersonation. I was really worried they'd turn out to be boudoir shots.
At any rate, as I was scanning through the photos, I couldn't help thinking about how silly he looked in them, practicing these exaggerated, almost vaudevillian poses. I blame Mel Brooks for my failure to be properly impressed; he pretty much single-handedly destroyed any chance for me of taking Adolf seriously. Don't get me wrong; I completely understand what a dangerous, hate-mongering fascist he was, and how much power and appeal his ideas continue to have amongst the feeble-minded and helplessly fear-mad in our world. It's just that after you've seen The Producers and laughed uncontrollably throughout "Springtime for Hitler," and watched Dick Shawn's character, LSD (Lorenzo St. DuBois, if you must), brilliantly deflate Der Fuhrer without even realizing it, there's only so much respect you can hope to muster for a man who insisted on wearing a toothbrush moustache.
As I scrolled through the pictures, one after another I had these completely ridiculous and equally incongruous captions pop into my head, imagining the things Hitler might be saying or thinking.
Critics may accuse me of beating a dead horse, but I know better. This horse isn't dead, really; it's more like undead, and as the current popularity of zombies extensively illustrates, there are no limitations on the type or frequency of beatings that can be visited upon the undead...
In that spirit, then, I humbly offer the following:
|No, no, no!!! I did not tell the caterers to serve bagels!!!"|
|"Is that an Isaac Mizrahi she's wearing?"|
|I @$^#*! hate freeze tag. No one ever unfreezes me...|
|"Oh, you are no ordinary booger...you're a Furher-ger!"|
|"Go ahead, tell me one more time that I am not really holding a log."|
|"'I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!' Was that evil enough, or should I go a little bigger?"|
|Please, please, please unfreeze me!!!|