There’s simply no way to describe this film, or the Teutonic audacity of Werner Herzog in making it, without diminishing it. Simply brilliant. And what’s with the post-war obsession of Germans with dwarfs anyways (cf. The Tin Drum). With its outrageous images and eerie leit motiv of dwarfish laughter, and the shrill singing, and Pepe strapped to the chair, and the disconcerted camel taking a dump . . . what’s to say? It’s like Toy Story on acid in prison.