Well, if I’m not too late to chime in, it was a screening of Blazing Saddles at SkipMagic’s house that convinced my crotch to like him as much as my head did.
(Well, OK, actually it was the mold in his toilet, but we did watch Blazing Saddles that night, too . . . )
I’ve got to admit, I don’t like Blazing Saddles at all, but I’m not a fan of Mel Brooks in general. His humour’s too inane, obvious and crass and it jumps outside of the story too much. E.g. the ending of B.S. when they run out of the film studio, what’s all that about? It’s like writing a story and ending it with “and then I woke up”
I think the movie was friggin hilarious, gets better every time I watch it.
Offensive? Nah, I think what was being sent up was racism itself as opposed to the races. That’s what keeps it clear of being exploitative of any ethnic group or of any people. The jabs are aimed at the attitudes, practices, beliefs rather than the people involved (with the exception of the kkk, I wonder if they were offended?)
That’s the genius of Mel Brooks.
That and the gucci saddlebags.
“what’s a dazzling urbanite like yourself…”
A lot of Mel Brooks’ films are “self_aware” or ‘self-referential" like that. I find it a little annoying, but Blazing Saddles has got to be one of the funniest damn movies ever. That one and Young Frankenstein (“what knockers”, “nice grouping”, “walk this way”, “put the candle back”, “Blucher!”) ensure Mel Brooks’ place in film history, IMHO.
What’s really sad is that there is no way that movie could be made today, even though it is one of the best at showing how stupid racism is. The PC crowd would have pregnant kittens.
Slim Pickins rocked in that movie.
“Somebody go back and get a shitload of dimes!”
“What in the wide, wide world of sports is going on here?”
I’ve seen every Mel Brooks movie except for Young Frankenstein - until my roommate bought the DVD. He pulled me into his room to watch it, and I about peed my pants when we were watching the “Puttin’ on the Ritz” scene. I completely lost it.
Proud owner of Spaceballs: The DVD, and Robin Hood: Men In Tights.
In the Mel Brooks film Silent Movie there were sound effects but only one word was actually spoken onscreen. That was the “No!”, from Marcel Marceau of all people. Hilarious.
If we all prod her, she’ll use more Yiddish and completely win each and every one of us over.
Oh wait…
I loved the movie, I the white Jew. My cousins the half-blacks reported to me that they wept into their popcorn with laughter at some of the scenes. My kids, the full-blooded Koreans are too young to see such things as of yet. I’ll check back in about 6 years and let ya’ll know.
It was very hard to go to the Howard Johnson’s across the street from Beaver College for ice cream, after seeing that movie…
There is possibly no better way to show your age than to break out with “I was born a poor black child” when asked to say a few words about yourself, and then suffer as teenagers look at you (a white person) in confused discomfort. I speak, sadly, from personal experience.
I’m not black (another white Jew checking in here), but I think you’d have to work pretty hard at being offended by it. Aside from the Gene Wilder character, the black characters are the only ones who aren’t portrayed as either stupid, racist, power-hungry, cowardly, or all of the above at the same time. They’re uniformly the more heroic characters in the film. Where would the offense come from?
Hey now! There are some of us who love both! Mel was certainly no genius like Buster was, but he had one great year (1974) and, like Weirddave said, it’s gutsy and outrageous enough to not hedge one little bit like any “remake” would today. Hilarious film.
Good ol’ Berke Breathed. I think the message of this strip was that the whole ‘people of color’ thing is just a tad ridiculous.
Mel Brookes manages to produce some great movies, and then a series of the worse dross imaginable. Some genius is very hit and miss, and more often the latter.