My smart, funny hubby Vinnie and I have our Team Bartilucci caps on for this week’s double dose of The Producers. We adore writer/director Mel Brooks’ madcap satire in all its forms: the original Oscar-winning 1968 movie; the Tony-winning 2001 Broadway musical; and the movie version of the musical! How’s that for blanketing the field?
Dorian: “Money is honey…He who hesitates is poor!”
I know more people who can quote lines from The Producers than lines from Shakespeare’s works; make of that what you will! J People seem to either absolutely adore or utterly despise The Producers. But most folks I know agree with Vin and me that this nutzoid farce has "Love Power," to quote the late, great Dick Shawn as the ever-groovy, scene-stealing LSD, a.k.a. Lorenzo St. DuBois. Outrageously impudent yet surprisingly tender at times, it’s no surprise that writer/director Mel Brooks' zany tale of schemers trying to produce “the worst play ever written” and profit from it won Brooks his Best Original Screenplay Oscar and became a comedy classic. Need I say it’s also one of our family’s longtime favorites?
|All singing! All dancing! All outrageous!|
|Two coffees, black, hold the bullets!|
Enter one Leo Bloom (Gene Wilder), a meek young accountant sent to do the books for Max’s most recent Broadway flop. It innocently occurs to the studious, honest Leo that “under the right circumstances, a producer could make more money with a flop than he could with a hit” by raising $1 million, putting on a $60,000 Broadway flop, and keeping the rest when the play theoretically closes on opening night. Of course, if the play was a hit instead, the producer would go to the hoosegow, since there’s no way he could pay back all the backers. A light bulb goes on over Max’s head. After Max badgers, er, persuades Leo to be his partner, the book-cooking begins, the hunt for a surefire flop play commences, and the wacky shenanigans escalate! Max and Leo find their worst play candidate, Springtime for Hitler, written by addlepated Nazi playwright Franz Liebkind, played by the recently departed Kenneth Mars, a longtime Team Bartilucci fave. Thrilled, Franz waxes rhapsodic about his beloved Fuhrer: “Hitler, there was a painter. He could paint an entire apartment in one afternoon! Two coats!” But that’s only the beginning of our heroes’ audacious, hilarious odyssey, as they hire flamboyantly gay transvestite director Roger De Bris (Christopher Hewett, best known as TV’s Mr. Belvedere when I was a youngster), the aforementioned LSD, Swedish-speaking sexpot secretary Ulla (Lee Meredith), and one of the craziest chorus lines in movie history. No wonder this screamingly funny, no-holds-barred comedy helped to put former Your Show of Shows writer Brooks on the map as a filmmaker.
The great Zero Mostel steals every scene in his uproarious, larger-than-life portrayal of Max. I’ve heard that Mostel could be a handful to work with, but it sure pays off in all his stage and screen performances. The Producers is no exception. Alas, Mostel wasn’t nominated for an Oscar, but Gene Wilder was nominated for Best Supporting Actor; his perfect balance of hysteria and sweetness played off blustery, wily Mostel beautifully. In particular, I’ve always liked the father-and-son vibe Mostel and Wilder develop over the course of the movie—including antic father-and-son-style arguments. Anyone trying to make a comedy depending on controversy and questionable taste for its laughs should watch The Producers first and see how a master does it! In fact, before the Broadway musical version of The Producers revitalized Mel Brooks’s career, I was thinking that maybe Brooks and Wilder should take the time to watch it again themselves. At that point in their careers, they seemed to need a refresher course in how to be funny after the duds they’d begun churning out. At their peak as writers and comedic actors, Wilder always seemed to be able to temper Brooks' mania for poo-poo humor, and Brooks always seemed able to help Wilder to better balance out his trademark hysteria/sweetness. In her 1968 New York Times review, film critic Renata Adler wrote that Wilder “played (Leo) as though he were Dustin Hoffman being played by Danny Kaye.” Her assessment is both on-target and ironic, considering Dustin Hoffman was originally cast as Liebkind, until he was offered the role of Benjamin Braddock in The Graduate. Brooks gave Hoffman his blessing, Mars moved into position, and movie history was made all around!
Much as my family and I also loved the Broadway and film editions of the musical version co-written by Brooks and Thomas Meehan, and starring the incomparable Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick (even though I felt that Broderick wasn't quite as good as Leo Bloom as Lane was as Max Bialystock. That said, together they have great buddy chemistry), the original is still the champ!
Vinnie: “Broadway! Oh joy of joys! Oh dream of dreams!”
Upon first rumors of a Broadway adaptation of The Producers, the eyes of The Wife and I filled with a mania usually only seen in children approaching Christmas. We riffed madly on what the show might contain: We guessed right on songs called “Where Did We Go Right?” and “Little Old Lady Land” (okay, the song was titled “Along Came Bialy,” but it was absolutely about Little Old Lady Land) and “Where Did We Go Right?”, while my guess of “Everything Goes Better with Dancing” was wrong. Nathan Lane as Max Bialystock was our only guess/choice, and when Mel Brooks showed up on Letterman with a contract for Nathan, we breathed a sigh of relief. Soon afterwards, we were strolling along NYC’s Theater Row during a picturesque
winter with our friend Jason, who casually remarked that tickets had gone on sale for the show, a moment we’d been watching for carefully. Suddenly time seemed to stretch and slow, and the snowflakes hung frozen in the air as Jason tried to recall which theater it was. We dragged him through Manhattan Times Square like we were Regina Lampert and Peter Joshua (et al) at the Paris Stamp Market in Charade, screaming, “Think, Jean-Louis, THINK!” He eventually remembered the theater (The St. James) and we grabbed two seats for the first show they had, which was for the fourth night after opening. Oh how we laughed.
|Ulla -- Ulllll-la-la!|
Four hundred years later (or so it seemed) we were in our seats in the mezzanine, and the air was filled with a shared joviality. The show had already been declared a hit, but these first few shows were filled with Mel Brooks fans who had, like ourselves, bought our ticket sight unseen, based purely on our love for the man, the film and his entire catalog. A party of people across the aisle from us were decked out in tuxedos and Viking helmets, like the ones seen on the boys in the cut (and presumed lost) scene where they take the Siegfried Oath in the original film. The show went through a few changes. With the musical now set in the 1950s instead of the late ’60s, Lorenzo St. DuBois and his classic protest ballad “Love Power” was gone entirely, and Franz Liebkind’s part grew in kind when it’s he who is originally cast as the Fuhrer with the classic line, “That’s our Hitler!” Pretty much everybody’s part got bigger – Ulla graduated to full female lead, complete with romantic subplot. Roger DeBris and Carmen Giya got a big bump up, with Roger eventually having to play Hitler, with riotous results. Lots of new songs, all written by Mel on the only musical instrument he knows – the tape recorder. He made the songs up and sang them into a waiting microphone, and the musical staff transcribed and arranged them. Thomas Meehan clearly took the Gene Wilder role and kept Mel from going too crazy – there’s clearly a lot more “Later Mel”-isms in the show (“I can assure you, even though we’re sitting down, we’re giving you a standing ovation”), but it’s kept well in check. Plus, the boys (and Ulla) get a traditional Broadway Happy Ending, crammed in at the end after the rehearsal of “Prisoners of Love”, with the show opening on Broadway and Max and his new partner taking their place as Kings of the Great White Way. While Lane and Broderick are the best-known actors in the parts of Max and Leo for the musical, there are a few folks who have taken the roles who I would have killed to see. A limited performance in
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At the premiere party of the musical, which went on to win a well-deserved 12 Tony Awards including Best Musical, Harvey Weinstein said to Mel, “We gotta make a movie of this!” Mel replied, “We MADE a movie of it; it was called ‘The Producers’!” So there was little doubt there would be a film of the musical…of the film. Lane and Broderick were back, as were Gary Beach and Roger Bart as DeBris and Carmen. Nathan Lane was perfection as usual, using his magnificent mix of equal parts Zero Mostel and Lou Costello. But Matthew Broderick’s performance, both in the musical and the film, always fell a bit flat for me. He never reached the level of panic that Wilder did (which I imagine Lee Evans and Martin Short did in their turns), and comes off more uncomfortable than hysterical. Uma Thurman hung her performance on a passable accent, but ultimately, she seems better cast for action roles than comedy. Will Ferrell has yet to give a poor performance, and his manic Liebkind is no exception. Cameos from Andrea Martin as one of the little old ladies and one of the Queer Eye boys, Jai Rodriguez, as one of DeBris’ in-house staff (Jai graduated to playing Carmen later in the Broadway run) are a nice treat as well. Don’t blink or you’ll miss Brad Oscar, Broadway’s Franz, as a cab driver. Speaking of Oscars, check out the newspaper the usherettes read in the first number; the Funny Boy review byline is “Addison DeWitt,” the role for which George Sanders won his All About Eve Oscar.
Susan Stroman directed the Broadway production and was chosen to direct the film, but as has happened many times with adaptations of musicals, it felt very much like a filmed stage show, not really taking advantage of the larger stage. Somehow, the scenes that DID venture outside, the performances of “We Can Do It” and “Along Came Bialy,” still felt flat and staged. Like so many before, the film is merely a good approximation of the stage musical.
A little bit of trivia is revealed by Stroman on the DVD commentary: at the close of the film as the camera pulls back to reveal the many marquees of Broadway, we see a bit of the Lunt-Fontanne theater’s marquee on the left; specifically, the letters “ANNE”. That’s a tribute to Mel’s wife Anne Bancroft, who had died shortly after the opening of the musical, last appearing in the Producers-centric episode of Curb your Enthusiasm.
To her dying day, The Wife’s Mom swore she had seen The Producers “in its first run on Broadway.” We tried endlessly to tell her it had started as a film, and she was patently mistaken, but no number of IMDb listings would change her mind. (We suspect that she’d innocently mistaken it for one of Mostel’s other Broadway hits.) It’s nice to know that we got to see it — I can only hope it was as good as the production she remembered.
The first - the original - film version of THE PRODUCERS remains one of my favorite films of all time. Thanks for writing about it! When Kenneth Mars recently passed away, I immediately thought of him in that German helmet on the roof with his pigeons. "Hitler was a better painter than Churchill!" I loved the man. Loved that scene.ReplyDelete
I loved Zero and Gene Wilder in this. And though I also love Nathan Lane, no one can replace Zero. He made the part of Max Bialystock his own.
I didn't see the B'way production (though I wish I could have), and I've yet to see the film. One of these days I'll get around to it. (I did love MOUSE HUNT!)
THE PRODUCERS is such a fabulous comedy precisely because you need to have some smattering of intelligence to appreciate it. You also need to know a bit of history. The whole film is a joy to watch.
I saw the great Zero in person in A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM. I took my 18 year old brother to the show to celebrate his birthday. It was a memorable experience. Loved it.
Yvette, you and your brother are so lucky to have seen Zero Mostel live on Broadway in ...FORUM! Vin and I saw and loved Nathan Lane on Broadway in his production of ...FORUM several years ago. My late mom saw and loved all of Zero's Broadway shows, which may explain her unshakable certainty that she'd seen Zero perform THE PRODUCERS on Broadway, bless her! :-) Mom described the performances so vividly and with such delight, I almost felt like I'd seen the shows with her. Mom loved Nathan Lane, but always added, "But nobody could replace Zero." I replied, "You're right, but with Zero gone, Nathan runs a pretty close second!" She agreed. :-) Thanks for sharing your memories, Yvette!ReplyDelete
Wow, Team Bartilucci, this has to be one of your very best! So full of funny and interesting background info and trivia, and such a tribute to The Great One, Mel Brooks. I know that was Jackie Gleason's nickname in years gone by, but I always think of Mel that way.ReplyDelete
The original movie is my favorite, and when I first saw it, the entire number of Springtime for Hitler, including the audience reaction, had me laughing so hard my throat hurt the next day. I won't even try to do any paraphrasing of favorite lines -- you have already done so in every way. I did like Nathan Lane. He is always a scream. I thought Matthew Broderick was cute, but he's a little too bland for my taste. How can you replace Gene Wilder anyway? Zero either, for that matter, although Nathan is so good for that part he was able to make it his own too.
I just plain ADORE Mel Brooks. It was so sweet to read that a marquee said "Annie" just for wonderful Anne Bancroft. And the newspaper column by Addison deWitt...there is so much in both versions you do need to see them more than once to catch it all. I totally agree with Yvette -- you have to have a well-read, liberal arts brain store to really love it!
I have never understood anyone who doesn't get Mel Brooks, or who think his humor is mean, racist or even blasphemous (I have actually heard that.) Mel is a man for all seasons -- he makes fun of everybody! Shoot, I'm Catholic, and I think The Inquisition number and the Last Supper scene from History of the World, Part 1 are two of the most hilarious pieces on film. I have a fundamentalist Christian friend who thought it was awful that Mel would make fun of Christians and the Savior. I just told her, it's not awful for him, he's Jewish, for cripes sake! And of course, Young Frankenstein -- how can you describe that one except comic genius?
Boy, I'm on a roll. I'd better wind up before my comment is longer than your article. But that is all your fault -- this was a really wonderful piece!
It really must be nice to live within range of the Broadway scene and have practically the entire wealth of the artistic world at your fingertips (or sensible shoetips, depending on how you walk). But, even out in the hinterlands of Texas, I've seen more than my share of onstage productions. I've seen a performance of Arthur Miller's THR CRUCIBLE, as well as ah-hhhh a performance of Arthur Miller's THE CRUCIBLE. And then there was that time I went with my high school class to see . . . um . . .ReplyDelete
(Say! That Arthur Miller was a writing fool, huh?)
Anyway! THE PRODUCERS. I have yet to see the stage production (or its film adaptation, but heartily approve of anything which gives Matthew Broderick's career a boost). As for the original 1968 film version, it deservedly holds onto its position as a touchstone of American comedic film (and cements Mel Brooks' reputation as "The only Jew who ever made money off of Hitler"). The first scenes between Mostel and Wilder can easily give the Marx Brothers a run for their money. And I want to take a moment to salute another performer in the film: Madelyn Cates in her small but delicious role as "The CONCIERGE" of the building where Kenneth Mars' character resides. Living in NYC must be a total joy if one can casually lean out of a brownstone window and make smarmy remarks to strangers.
Becky, I speak for Vinnie and myself when I say we're honored and flattered by your praise for this blog post, and we LOVED your comments, especially the way you took Mel Brooks haters to task. Heck, our family is Catholic, and we laughed our heads off at HISTORY OF THE WORLD's Inquisition number and Last Supper scene, too! With Mel Brooks, NOBODY is immune to being lampooned, and that's why we love Mel and his work! Thanks a million for joining the conversation, Becky! (By the way, we also happily blathered and blogged away about the great Mr. Brooks and THE TWELVE CHAIRS in February, if you're interested. :-))ReplyDelete
Michael, I chuckled most heartily over your "Arthur Miller/CRUCIBLE" gag! Thanks for the shoutout to character actress Madelyn Cates (any relation to director Gilbert Cates or his daughter Phoebe?) as "The CONCIERGE" (we get her drift!), who stole her scene magnificently. Yes, I must admit I miss being able to go to a Broadway show without traveling nearly 2 hours each way. Of course, the trick is having the money to do it in these tight-fisted times. Well, at least once you're in NYC, even if only for a visit, you can hear smarmy wisecracks from total strangers for free! :-)ReplyDelete
By the way, folks, if you haven't done so already, when you watch the original 1968 PRODUCERS, keep your eyes peeled for early performances by Renee Taylor as Eva Braun in SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER; William Hickey (billed as "Bill Hickey") as the good-natured drunk in the bar with Max and Leo; and Bill Macy (not to be confused with William H. Macy) of MY FAVORITE YEAR and TV's MAUDE.ReplyDelete
Stylish Blogger Award to you here. Congratulations.ReplyDelete
Wow! Jacqueline, I'm thrilled and delighted you chose me among your Stylish Blogger Award recipients -- beaucoup thanks! As I said when you announced this happy news on your own excellent blog site, "Another Old Movie Blog," I owe it all to growing up in a family of lovably eccentric readers and movie mavens. :-) You'd mentioned going on a brief hiatus on AOMB, so have a nice rest. I look forward to your return, as well as reading your novel CADMIUM YELLOW, BLOOD RED. Thanks again!ReplyDelete
In the spirit of passing along kudos to our fellow Stylish Blogger Awards recipients, here are mine:ReplyDelete
1.) Our own ClassicBecky!
2.) Emm (@AudreyObsessed)
7.) Yvette - enjoy her blog at http://yvettecandraw.blogspot.com/2011/01/favorite-film-secret-life-of-walter.html
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