OK, Young Frankenstein fans…why do the horses always whinney when they hear Frau Blucher’s name?
Zette
(sitting at home, eating Chinese takeout- watching one the the funniest movies of all time and wondering…)
OK, Young Frankenstein fans…why do the horses always whinney when they hear Frau Blucher’s name?
Zette
(sitting at home, eating Chinese takeout- watching one the the funniest movies of all time and wondering…)
I think it’s supposed to be because she’s so terrifyingly ugly.
At least compared to Teri Garr and Madeleine Kahn in their prime.
You are psychic or something, Zette.
Re the OP, it’s some cinematic curlique I’ve forgotten the name of. It’s a symbolic, immediate tug that clues in the audience that Bad Stuff is associated. Orson Welles did something or other with it…(I should never post, heat addled and giddy from exercise.)
I say you’re psychic because not so long ago, in a place uncomfortably close to here, an icy, vicious, whispery little blond piece of evil infested a workplace. She was Frau Blucher without the parody or the sex drive.
We hapless underlings took to whinneying, just out of her hearing, in a sly, unanswerable, subversive commentary on her reign of terror and intimidation.
This past week, she didn’t get taken down…but damned if she didn’t get fried well. The Usual Suspects have called (carefully; she spies on their work phones) and all we do is whinney.
Veb
This is likely just a WAG, but a friend in high school once toold me that “Blucher” means castrate or geld. Something along those lines.
Frankly, I don’t think that’s likely–and just think it’s supposed to be “Ah! She’s scary!”
…it is from the man who gave us Lily von Schtupp…
You are psychic or something, Zette.
Re the OP, it’s some cinematic curlique I’ve forgotten the name of. It’s a symbolic, immediate tug that clues in the audience that Bad Stuff is associated. Orson Welles did something or other with it…(I should never post, heat addled and giddy from exercise.)
I say you’re psychic because not so long ago, in a place uncomfortably close to here, an icy, vicious, whispery little blond piece of evil infested a workplace. She was Frau Blucher without the parody or the sex drive.
We hapless underlings took to whinneying, just out of her hearing, in a sly, unanswerable, subversive commentary on her reign of terror and intimidation.
This past week, she didn’t get taken down…but damned if she didn’t get fried well. The Usual Suspects have called (carefully; she spies on their work phones) and all we do is whinney.
Veb
AARUGH! Didn’t mean to do that. An exhausted page got refreshed and reposted, but unfortunately widdled on the furniture while it did it.
::whistling, looking innocent::
Veb
I know but I’m not telling. I really and truly believe that the one person (me, in just so happens!) to figure out the true meaning will inherit the wonderful, witty world of Mel Brooks’ genius–sort of a Charlie and the Chocolate Factory thing. No offense–I just want to be able to capture my prize. I will tell you that no one has gotten in right in this thread!
TVeblen
Innocent?
Never!!!
Okay Zette, in the interest of the Straight Dope check out The Giveaway
So, which German word for “glue” are they referring to?