This is Broadway's biggest hit in many a year: the stage version of Mel Brooks's great 1968 film The Producers. When the show opened, Martin Denton wrote: "Whatever you've heard about this show is true, probably: The Producers is, indeed, the most entertaining new musical to reach Broadway in a long, long time.... It was, of course, Mel Brooks' 1968 film that introduced The Producers to the world; his still-unbeatable comic idea of staging the worst show ever written—a "gay romp with Adolph and Eva" called "Springtime for Hitler"—remains the indispensable center of this comic fable about a down-on-his-luck producer named Max Bialystock who teams with a nebbish accountant named Leo Bloom to scam a pack of little old ladies out of two million dollars. Brooks' stamp is everywhere in this show: extravagantly effete Carmen Ghia tells Bialystock and Bloom to "walk this way"—and they do; unrepentant Nazi Franz Liebkind launches into a tirade of protest when he senses danger ("Ve didn't even know there vas a war. Ve lived in ze back.").
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Zany, outrageous, outlandish, over-the-top—none of these words begin to describe the nonstop hilarity and really broad satire that The Producers is. Everything that made American musical comedy (and vaudeville, and burlesque) great—slapstick, corny jokes, beautiful chorus girls, Borscht Belt shtick, ethnic jokes poking fun at every imaginable constituency, more beautiful chorus girls, unsubtle dirty jokes, hummable melodies, vigorous tap dancing, opulent and entirely unmotivated musical numbers, and some more beautiful chorus girls—it's all here, unabashed, the way that Brooks has celebrated it throughout his career. We just never thought we'd actually get to see it on stage."
Based on Mel Brooks' 1967 film of the same name. What happens when you set out to make a flop? That's what the producers do to get rich quick. Another show-within-a-show show, the films' Springtime for Hitler featured Mr. Brooks' splendid take-off on Chaplin's Great Dictator. Mr. Lane, Mr. Broderick and the rest of the cast carried the ball this time to a tune of 12; count 'em 12, Tony Awards.