Down-on-his-luck theatrical producer Max Bialystock is forced to romance rich old ladies to finance his efforts. When timid accountant Leo Bloom reviews Max's accounting books, the two hit upon a way to make a fortune by producing a sure-fire flop. The play which is to be their gold mine? "Springtime for Hitler." Written by
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The "hysterical" scene was filmed at the end of a long day, and an exhausted Gene Wilder told Mel Brooks that he just didn't think he "had it in him" to shoot it that day. Brooks solved the problem by loading the actor up with sugar and caffeine (in the form of two Hershey bars and a cup of coffee), after which the scene was shot in just two takes. See more »
In the restaurant with the violin player, the violin is obviously a prop as the strings are slack and move easily when bowed. See more »
Who d'ya want?
I beg your pardon?
Who d'ya want? Nobody gets in the building unless I know who they want. I'm the "concierge". My husband used to be the "concierge", but he's dead. Now I'M the "concierge".
We are seeking Franz Liebkind.
Oh... the Kraut! He's on the top floor, apartment 23.
...But you won't find him there... he's up on the roof with his boids. He keeps boids. Dirty... disgusting... filthy... lice-ridden boids. You used to be able to sit out on the stoop like a ...
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"Hitler could paint an entire apartment in one afternoon, two coats!"
Peter Sellers considered The Producers to be the ultimate film, and he may very well have a point. Mel Brooks's dazzling debut is a classic piece of spiralling insanity that just gets funnier and funnier every time you watch it - there's just so much to enjoy! Much of the non-verbal humour revolves around Zero Mostel - watch in amazement as this great comic genius effortlessly twists his features into configurations you never even knew existed! Gene Wilder is a perfect match for Mostel's booming delivery, turning in a beautifully underplayed study of meek neurosis that makes his occasional lapses into hysteria all the more funny and surprising, in particular his "blue blanket" tantrum. If Mostel is larger than life, then Kenneth Mars as the Hitler-fixated author of "the worst play ever written" is uglier still, a breathtaking depiction of eye-rolling Nazi lunacy complete with tin helmet and the craziest accent this side of FAWLTY TOWERS! Then, just when you think it can't get any more outrageous, that underused and underrated actor Dick Shawn turns up as a spaced-out flower child called (wait for it) LSD and practically steals the film. If you've never seen THE PRODUCERS, do yourself one huge favour and buy a copy today. Then prepare to watch it again and again, laughing louder and louder every time. Altogether now - "Don't be stupid, be a smartie, come and join the Nazi party"!
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