Oh, Mel! What has happened to you? To think the comedic master that brought us such timeless treasures of comedy like "The Producers", "Blazzing Saddles", "Young Frankenstein". Has now been reduced to handing out schlock like "Life Stinks", "Dracula dead and loving it" and this cinematic suppository "Robin Hood, Men in Tights". I went to this movie with such high hopes and expectations, feeling confident that in the hands of a master like Mel Brooks, he would surely pull of another scathing parody like he has done so many times before. However, after seeing this movie it felt like I had been cheated. Not only out of my time and money but by something even worse. My trust had been violated. This movie was so lackluster and mediocre that it must have been a doppleganger of Mel Brooks. It felt like some hack had stolen Mel Brooks' name and was pawning off for his own twisted use. Alas, no it was Mel's creation. More the pity.
I feel the biggest problem with this script is that it had absolutely nothing fresh to it. The set-ups, gags, even jokes were written and executed so shabbily that you could see the punch line coming a mile away. Another thing happened that had NEVER happened to me watching a Mel Brooks film. I got bored, in fact I even started to wonder how much more of the movie was left and even contemplated skipping out. This movie would be just another forgettable comedy except it still bares the name of Mel Brooks and that makes it all the more painful. Thankfully, after the 1990's Brooks was smart enough to realize that he was way past his prime and went back to Broadway to revive "The Producers" and "Young Frankenstein". Just please, please, PLEASE, Mel. Never bring this movie to Broadway.
I feel the biggest problem with this script is that it had absolutely nothing fresh to it. The set-ups, gags, even jokes were written and executed so shabbily that you could see the punch line coming a mile away. Another thing happened that had NEVER happened to me watching a Mel Brooks film. I got bored, in fact I even started to wonder how much more of the movie was left and even contemplated skipping out. This movie would be just another forgettable comedy except it still bares the name of Mel Brooks and that makes it all the more painful. Thankfully, after the 1990's Brooks was smart enough to realize that he was way past his prime and went back to Broadway to revive "The Producers" and "Young Frankenstein". Just please, please, PLEASE, Mel. Never bring this movie to Broadway.