The Producers puts on a show we’ll never forget. Like my parents, I’ve never been a big fan of Mel Brooks comedies. Apart from the few that stood out. After Young Frankenstein, his directorial debut (The Producers) was the one they recommended the most. The Producers centers on a once-great sleazy Broadway producer who’s resorted to seducing old ladies for their investment. In the process, Max Bialystock meets accountant Leo Bloom. Zero Mostel delivers a fine performance, but it’s Gene Wilder’s highly nervous performance that steals the show. Speaking of show, the two discover that they could make more money with a flop than with a hit. So they decide to put on the worst show Broadway has ever seen. That’s when they discover a screenplay for Springtime for Hitler: A Gay Romp With Adolf and Eva at Berchtesgaden. Written by a deranged ex-Nazi who always wears a german helmet. Then they secure the worst director in town. Followed by the casting of a flower fueled beatnik named L.S.D. as Hitler. The show is such a guaranteed failure that they even hire a sexy swedish secretary that does nothing but dance in her underwear. The show itself is so bad, so offensive, that it’s hilarious. Its surprise success backfires on them big time. The Producers is a classic that proves satire and mockery are sometimes the best way to approach uncomfortable subject matter.