Mel Brooks’ classic film The Producers is a grand look at various
stereotypes with a comedic flair. When washed up Broadway star, Max Bialypstock,
meets Leo Bloom, an extremely nervous accountant, the two work together to
swindle money from innocent old women by having them invest money in a
sure-fire flop play. They choose to produce a guaranteed failure of a play
titled, “Springtime for Hitler: a Gay Romp with Adolf and Eva at Berchtesgaden,”
which was written by Franz Liebkind, an undercover Nazi, to extol the virtues
of Hitler. To further guarantee that the play is a failure, Max also employs
the worst director he can find, an eccentric man of questionable sexual
orientation named Roger De Bris. The group thinks they have a sure-fire flop on
their hands when they hire a local hippy, LSD, to play the main role of Hitler.
However, things go awry when LSD’s performance turns the play from an
uncomfortable praise of Hitler to a successful spoof of all things German. In
one last, mad attempt to save themselves from prison, Max and Leo team up with
Franz, who is extremely upset with the mockery made of his play, to blow up the
theater that is hosting their play. In the end, all three of them end up in
court. By far, the most enjoyable part of The
Producers is Mel Brooks’ take on several classic stereotypes. Three of the
most masterful of these stereotypical characters are Max, Franz, and LSD.
Max Bialystock, played by Zero
Mostel, is your stereotypical sleeze-ball, complete with New York accent,
rumpled clothing, greasy hair, and questionable hygiene skills. Not only does
he look like a greasy con-man, he acts like one as well by lying, manipulating,
scheming, and being a general cheapskate. From the very beginning of the film
we see Max lie to and manipulate other people. He has sex with little old
ladies so that they will give him money to produce terrible plays, but lies to
them about both the plays and his intentions toward them. Max even goes so far
as to hide and switch out photographs of the old women, depending which one is
coming over next. Later, Max manipulates Leo into helping him carry out the
money-swindling scheme that Leo accidentally came up with. Max tells Leo how
easy it would be to get away with, makes him think he’s on the bottom and
deserves to be treated better, and that the two of them are friends. Throughout
the film, Max also demonstrates just how cheap he is. He lives in a rundown
apartment, which he avoids paying for, wears a cardboards belt, buys the
cheapest food possible when he takes Leo out to lunch, and is even willing to
destroy public property and kill innocent people in order to avoid paying
money. It is quite likely that Max Bialypstock is the finest example of human
scum to ever grace the film industry.
Franz Liebkin, played by Kenneth Mars, is the poster child for the German
Nazi stereotype. One of Franz’s most notable features, besides his outrageous
German accent, is his helmet. Regardless of the situation or the attire
required, Franz keeps his military helmet firmly atop his head at all times. In
addition to his war-time head gear, Franz remains ready for war by caring for
messenger pigeons, which he uses to send messages back to his home country.
Despite his clearly Germanic allegiance, Franz does his best to seem like an
America-loving citizen. Any momentary slip-ups that may reveal his true allegiance
are quickly smothered out by Franz’s recitation of notably “American” pieces
such as The Pledge of Allegiance and Yankee Doodle Dandy. If all of this didn’t
put the icing on the proverbial German chocolate cake, even Franz’s play is
full to the brim with even more German Nazi stereotypes. In the show’s opening
number we see men wearing lederhosen and women wearing milk maid costumes;
scantily clad women sporting symbols such as beer, pretzels, medals, and
ravens; mentions of the “master race,” and Düsseldorf; men and women in Nazi
uniforms saluting Hitler, dodging pretend bullets, listening for bombs, and
forming a giant swastika together; and to end the number a giant picture of
Hitler is lowered, Nazi party flags are brought on stage, and fake cannons are
shot. Absolutely everything about Franz Liebkin screams Nazi Germany and it is absolutely
wonderful.
Lastly, we have my favorite character in the film: Lorenzo St. DuBois,
better known as LSD, played by Dick Shawn. LSD is the film’s token hippy stereotype.
With The Producers being released in
the late sixties, it’s no wonder that this particular stereotype found its way
into the film. Just as he did with his role as Sylvester Marcus in It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, Dick
Shawn does a wonderful job portraying a smooth, sixties beatnik. Even if LSD
never said a word throughout the entire film, you would still be able to tell
that he is a hippy. Everything about his appearance screams “flower child” from
his outfit, which consists of a black shirt, a pair of striped pants, and
thigh-high boots, to the Campbell’s Soup
can he has strung around his neck, and to the bouquet daisies he carries into
his audition. Fortunately for the audience, LSD has plenty to say… Once he is
able to remember his name that is. From here LSD not only spouts plenty of
sixties lingo in an incredibly laid back manner, but he actually sings a song
for his audition entitled, “Love Power,” in which he states that, “Love power
will rule the earth and there will be a great rebirth,” and that, “If everybody
in the world today had a flower instead of a gun, there would be no wars.”
Throughout his audition he shows off some strange interpretative dancing and
throws flowers at the director, his assistant, and the producers. After he is
hired to play the role of Hitler in “Springtime for Hitler,” LSD singlehandedly
ensures that the play is a success as his “groovy” tendencies cause him to
portray Hitler, the ruthless dictator that he was, as a silly, incompetent fool.
For his downright silliness and his cleverly given acronym, LSD, Lorenzo St.
Dubois is one of the best stereotypes present in The Producers and my favorite character in the entire film.
Although there were definitely things about The Producers that I didn’t enjoy such as an overabundance of sexual
innuendos, I found most of the film (especially the second half) to be
thoroughly enjoyable. As usual, Mel Brook’s humor is genius, the performances
of actors such as Dick Shawn and Gene Wilder (though I did not talk about his
character in this review) were wonderful, the original songs were extremely
well written, and, of course, Mel Brook’s ability to poke fun at different
stereotypes is fantastic. While it wasn’t one of my favorite films, I would
definitely recommend The Producers to
anyone who enjoys great humor and doesn’t mind a little crude humor.
Personally, if I were to watch it again I would likely skip to a point further
into the movie after most of the crude humor is done with.