The Somewhat Ambitious

In one of the more bizarre moments of synchronicity I’ve experienced in quite some time, within a 12 hour period two separate people directed me to two different ads for 1980s Soviet-era Estonian food products, both of which were made by the same director. After doing a bit more YouTube browsing, I’ve deduced that the director’s name was Harry Egipt, and the phrase ‘Freudian flavour punch’ was invented just for this guy. Mainly because I’m pretty sure I invented it just then, but also because these ads are dripping with so much barely suppressed sexual perversity that it can be hard to remember that Mr Egipt was simply trying to sell the good people of Estonia various Soviet sanctioned foodstuffs. For example:

Hard to say whether this is an ad for ice cream of blow jobs. Either way, I am mighty hungry all of a sudden.

This is how all meat should be experienced. Apparently they’re just saying ‘beef’ and ‘chicken’ over and over again. Welcome to the meat cult.

I think this one is for steroids. It was a good decade for the Estonian Olympic team.

And this one is for onions. Or trains. Or possibly blow jobs again.

Now, who says Communism never produced anything worthwhile? I mean sure the gulags were a mite unsettling, but I say it’s a small price to pay for this level of creative genius. Am I right? Am I right? You there, eating the borscht.

/Luke