In the original Frankenstein the good doctor is teaching in a lecture hall that looks very much like one in Moore Hall, UCLA, but I was unable to confirm it. But Moore Hall had just come into being when the original movie was made.
Hey, handsome!!
I thought you just made a yummy sound.
All I know is, I love to sing “Battle Hymn of the Republic” when brushing my hair and that “Sweet Mystery of Life” song when having sex, so I’ll have to vote for YF.
I give the vote to Young Frankenstein, because it’s a better film, and because Blazing Saddles was frankly tedious at times when they stretched jokes out and beat 'em to death. Get to the point already!
YF also had Inspector Kemp, who makes me laugh with gut-busting ferocity every time he appears.
I’m one for whoosh-type sight gags, and there were more of them in Blazing Saddles.
The black sherriff disguised as a KKK wizard… brilliant! And not only are the bad guys taken in by a phony town with an absurd toll-booth in the middle of nowhere, they’ve been riding into the phony set of a town from behind the set fer goshsakes! Absurd upon absurd. Loved it.
Aw man, where’s the Twitterpated smiley when you need it?