An American grandson of the infamous scientist, struggling to prove that his grandfather was not as insane as people believe, is invited to Transylvania, where he discovers the process that reanimates a dead body.
A psychiatrist with intense acrophobia (fear of heights) goes to work for a mental institution run by doctors who appear to be crazier than their patients, and have secrets that they are willing to commit murder to keep.
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 name "Bialystock" is taken from the Polish city with the same name, from which Mel Brooks' ancestors had come. Until the Holocaust, Bialystock had been a major Eastern European Jewish city. See more »
During the time in Liebkind's flat and leaving it Max and Leo are wearing Nazi bandages on the right arm. However the real swastika bandages were worn on the left arm. Since Franz Liebkind was a "true" Nazi, he should have known that. See more »
The closing credits show each actor's full name and their picture, but it only says "Zero" for Zero Mostel. See more »
The 2002 DVD release includes an alternate blow-up-the-theater sequence. Franz Leibkind stomps out "ze quick fuse" after lighting it. He then switches to electrical detonation from outside the building. This fails. When Leo, Max and Franz go back into the basement to see what went wrong, the drunk from the bar comes along. Thinking that the detonator handle is a shoeshine stand, he props his feet up on it... See more »
This is a marvellous piece - a combination of utter farce, black humour, Jewish schtick and high camp, "The Producers" remains a truly wonderful film.
From the opening sequences, where Theatre agent Max is a despairing old fool trying to avoid tax, through the "little old lady seduction" scenes, to the gorgeous rooftop scene where a mad German pigeon fancier tries to remain within the bounds of sanity and fails, via the meeting with "top" Hollywood director Roger" we're not alone" de Bris, the film traces the hapless and eponymous producers who devise a foolproof scheme to make money out of a flop. They employ a Nazi writer to script the musical "Springtime for Hitler", which is guaranteed to be a flopperoony. Of course, they manage to totally miss the mood of the day and the projected flop is a huge hit - whereupon they have to pay back the 16,000 percent of the cost that they acquired....
Wild, manic, joyous and deeply perceptive, this is Mel Brooks at his finest - Jewish gags abound, but never alienate, accountants get the mickey taken (cheers all round!) and the final production - well, if you haven't seen this film, where have you been living? One of the greats.
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