| The Producers (2005) |


For some, the comedy of Mel Brooks is an acquired taste. For my money, he reached his pinnacle with the back-to-back gems BLAZING SADDLES and YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN back in the 1970s. Even earlier, he had won an Academy Award for his screenplay for the 1968 cult film THE PRODUCERS. When I finally saw that movie more than a decade after it first was released, I wasn’t impressed. By then, it seemed dated, particularly the hippie character portrayed by Dick Shawn and the mincing stereotypes of the homosexual characters. The humor was vulgar and crude, but some of it was funny and watching Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder interact was amusing. More than thirty years later, Brooks hit upon the idea of turning the film into a stage musical and the result was one of those phenomena that inexplicably hit a nerve with the general public. The Broadway incarnation of THE PRODUCERS starred Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick and became a must-see event. Prices were raised to an astronomical $400+ for the best seats (with some perks thrown in) and scalpers were getting as much as $1000 for tickets. The show, with a score by Brooks and a book by Brooks and Thomas Meehan, won an unprecedented 12 Tony® Awards and settled in for a seemingly long run. Although audiences dwindled somewhat when the original stars left, Lane and Broderick were persuaded to return (at reportedly record salaries) and once again, THE PRODUCERS became the hottest show in town. It would perhaps only be a matter of time before Hollywood would turn the project back into a movie. Brooks, who obviously had a controlling interest in the film, decided not to direct the musical and entrusted the film to novice Susan Stroman, an acclaimed stage director and choreographer. Stroman, who began as a chorus dancer, had worked with some of the major figures in late 20th Century theater, including Bob Fosse and Harold Prince. In her choreography, she has often been influenced by movie musicals and much of her staging is cinematic. But like her mentor Harold Prince (who stepped behind the cameras for two films, SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE and A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC), Stroman as filmmaker seems to be unable to translate that cinematic stage technique to the big screen. Now, I will admit that the stage musical held little interest for me. A friend of mine gave me the original cast recording and the songs, in my humble opinion, are some of the worst ever written for the Broadway stage. The lyrics tend to consist of a phrase or two that are constantly repeated and the music is trite and uninspiring. After listening to the recording twice, I consigned the CD to the bottom shelf next to the other shows to which I rarely, if ever, listen. Of course, the material has been retained for the film, although significant changes have been made. Lane’s opening number, which sets up his character and which was filmed, has been inexplicably cut. (Speculation is that because it uses a particular four-letter word that it might have endangered the PG-13 rating.) The film drags terribly in the early scenes. It’s perhaps notable that those actors from the original cast (Lane, Broderick, Gary Beach, Roger Bart) all play their scenes as if they were still on stage projecting to the upper balconies. With the camera in close-up, this is deadly. There is no nuance to the performances, they are pitched at such a theatrical level, it overwhelms the material. Newcomers Will Ferrell and Uma Thurman fare slightly better, bringing at least a semblance of how to perform before the cameras. (I was so bored in the early sequences, my attention drifted to looking closely at the set decoration which includes a few “in-jokes.” For example, when Leo Bloom – Broderick’s character – arrives at the offices of Max Bialystock – Lane – the calendar reads June 16th, the date that James Joyce set Ulysses. Later, I started playing a game of spotting Broadway performers who were cast in small parts, like Karen Ziemba as one of the attendees of the opening of “Funny Boy,” or Brent Barrett as one of Beach's entourage or Brad Oscar as a cab driver, etc. I even spotted Al Rodriguez, someone who used to work in the office across the hall from me, in one of the numbers.) And I haven’t even begun to deal with the gay characters stage director Roger DeBris (Beach) and his “common-law” assistant Carmen Ghia (Bart). Both are played as such mincing, overly exaggerated caricatures that they are degrading to gay men everywhere. These are the equivalent of the roles foisted on Stepin Fetchit, scenes which today are so insulting they rarely see the light of day. Of course, those with little understanding or knowledge of history will find these characters hysterical because they are supposed to be "post-modern." To that, all I can say is "Feh!" There will be an audience for this movie given its huge success on stage. Humor is obviously a personal issue. During the screening I attended, there was continued laughter from particular individuals. I laughed only once – at Will Ferrell’s character during an audition sequence. Otherwise, I found the film painfully unfunny. In fact, Lane’s screeching and Broderick’s tics began to give me a headache. The movie musical has been on life support for several years, despite the best attempts by some to reinvigorate it. There have been several worthy attempts in the recent past, CHICAGO, HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH, and RENT come immediately to mind. There have also been a few stinkers like BEYOND THE SEA and DE-LOVELY. THE PRODUCERS clearly falls into the latter category. It's not exactly the death knell for the movie musical, but it sure seems like a warning sign. Rating: D MPAA Rating: PG-13 for sexual humor and references Running time: 134 mins. Viewed at the Universal Screening Room |









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