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THE PRODUCERS
Mel Brooks, US, 1968
Monday 27 December 2004, 10.20pm-11.55pm
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Mel Brooks' films tend to divide people but The Producers, his directorial debut, is a bit of an exception. The award-winning script provides plenty of laughs without quite the same degree of over-the-top zaniness and slapstick of his later spoofs.
The film opens with a washed-up theatre producer, Max Bialystock (Zero Mostel), trying to charm rich old women into fronting money for his next venture. Making an unwanted intrusion is Leo Bloom (Gene Wilder) in a custom-built part as Bialystock's accountant - nervous, hesitant and hysterical, mollified only by his security blanket and Bialystock's rictus smile. As Bloom works to hide a bit of fraudulent bookkeeping he muses that a producer could make a lot more money with a flop than a hit.
Bialystock jumps on this throwaway remark, and after wooing Bloom, the pair set out on the surprisingly difficult task of producing a sure-fire Broadway disaster. First, a stinker of a script: Springtime for Hitler: A Gay Romp with Adolf and Eva at Berchtesgaden, written by a mad ex-Nazi pigeon fancier who spends the whole film wearing his soldier's helmet. Next, Bialystock launches himself into "little old lady land", exchanging hundreds of 50% stakes in the production for cheques made out to "Cash" ("That's a funny name for a play," remarks one white-haired coquette).
The play's prospects seem doomed as they rope in a camp director, and stage open casting calls for singing and dancing Hitlers. They find their leading man in Lorenzo St DuBois (known as LSD) as he performs a psychedelic flower-power love song. And that's not to mention the outrageous 'traditional' costumes and high-kicking, goose-stepping chorus line. How could anything possibly go right?
John Shandy Watson
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