...this was supposed to be the great propaganda piece of the age?

Found under a pile when doing the twelfth night removal of all xmas decorations: a copy of Leni Riefenstahl's Triumph of the Will. Suspect it was bought during the photography student days to study early propaganda and innovative angles. Cue me and Dad popping it in out of curiosity and watching random bits. I'm pretty sure the below was not the reaction wanted:

'...X was a really, really shitty public speaker, wasn't he? LOOK UP FROM YOUR NOTES.'

'SNORE. Edit this bit, it's going on too long.' *later* 'no, really, EDIT. I shouldn't be able to fast forward and find out we're still on the same shot.'

'No, seriously, how much did you nick from the Romans?'

'Seriously, tone down the Wagner.'

'So, random party members sitting down during the talk are allowed to be ugly with bad hair, but if they're military during the parade, only the immensely good-looking are allowed into shot.'

'Giant torchlit parades: FIRE HAZARD. What if they trip over a runaway dachsund?'

'Huh, I hadn't realised I knew Hitler's body language that well. it's like he's suffering from over-jerky syndrome.'