Young Frankenstein Reviews
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"The scariest comedy of all-time!"
Young Frankenstein is my second favorite Mel Brooks movie behind only Blazing Saddles. The film is a great spoof of Frankenstein and is ridiculously hilarious in ways that only a Mel Brooks movie could be. This is immature and stupid humor at its best. Nobody does genre spoofs better than Brooks. He did the westerns with Blazing Saddles, old gothic horror with Young Frankenstein and eventually the sci-fi/Star Wars with Spaceballs. The guy isn't what you'd typically think of as brilliant, but that is exactly what he is.
Gene Wilder plays the grandson of the original Frankenstein creator. He is against what his grandfather did and has now changed the pronunciation of his name. He ventures to his grandfathers old estate where he begins to hear strange, ominous music that leads him to the laboratory. There he finds a book entitled, "This is How I Did It," and begins to create his own creature with the help of a beautiful mistress and a weird, misshapen Igor. Another noteworthy performance comes from Peter Boyle as the Creature. He manages to make the Creature extremely funny.
The film is shot in black and white and definitely looks like an old horror film. The great gothic look of the movie clashes with the utterly goofy humor of Brooks and Wilder. Can you beat Wilder yelling "It's Alive"? The movie is extremely entertaining in a way that makes you ask yourself why you like it so much.
This is classic Brooks, classic Wilder and classic comedy at its best. Modern spoofs need to take some notes from old Brooks films. It isn't about spoofing as many things in one movie as you can. It is about choosing one subject and completely making it your own in a new signature way. That is what Brooks did here and with Blazing Saddles and that is why he is the master of the spoof.
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ANd speaking of that, the overall look is absolutely gorgeous. It looks like an old Universal film, thanks to the great B&W, sets, and the props which were reused from the original Frankenstein film. Even if the props weren't recycled, I have no doubt that everything would have been recreated perfectly.
As far as the cast goes, I really have nothing but good things to say: everyone is hilarious, the women are gorgeous (yes, even Cloris Leachman), the sight gags involving Igor are terrific (as are all the sight gags), and the cameo by Gene hackman is just a hoot. If you haven't seen this yet, you need to go out and so so immediately!
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Much of the appeal of Young Frankenstein lies in the fact that the parody is so affectionate. In his later films, like Spaceballs and Robin Hood: Men in Tights, you felt that Brooks was simply picking on what was popular for the sake of a fast buck; while the former has its moments, you never get the sense that Brooks is a Star Wars fan. Here, though, his love for old-fashioned Gothic horror is clear, both in the jokes and the sets in which they play out. Many of the props in the laboratory scenes are borrowed from the original Frankenstein movies of the 1930s, and the dark lighting both in the castle and on the streets are a clear nod to those works.
Above all, the humour derives from poking fun at the conventions of a genre, rather than simply borrowing the look of a film and then layering contemporary humour on top. So many modern parodies like Meet The Spartans use their source material as mere artifice; the look of 300 is captured in the initial scenes, but nothing interesting is done with them and the film quickly degenerates into a soulless sausage machine of celebrity put-downs. To an extent, this awkward juxtaposition of old visuals and new humour is also a problem in Blazing Saddles; think of the scene of the cowboys continuously farting round the campfire.
But here, all is well, as one convention is sent up after another. The jokes typically take one of the serious and unchallengeable motifs of these films ? like the secret passage to the laboratory ? and then show how they are simultaneously purposeful and ridiculous. The scene with the bookcase, in which Gene Wilder and Teri Garr discover said passageway, treads a fine line between subtle humour and slightly camp melodrama. Similarly, when Cloris Leachman plays frantic violin chords and shouts ?Yes!? as the plot revelations unfold, she is being immensely funny and yet strangely believable. The great success of Young Frankenstein is that is manages to be very funny without any of the characters ever thinking or knowing that what they are doing is funny. It manages to parody horror clichés, without seeming to realise that these clichés exist.
Gene Wilder anchors the film in a brilliant central performance. It?s far superior to his turn in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, in which he was playing himself and clearly having a ball doing so. His Wonka had his angry and frightening moments, but they were cast unto the wind in a flurry of whimsy and slightly misplaced, generic charm. In this, he channels his anger into the character, making the transformation from ?Fronkensteen? to Frankenstein so much more believable. The intensity with which he delivers his lines is again simultaneously scary and funny, to the point at which the term ?horror comedy? seems strangely apt. It is hard to imagine Kenneth Branagh?s equally intense yet completely serious turn, in his own version of Frankenstein, without the existence of this performance.
Surrounding Wilder is a strong cast of talented comedic actors. Teri Garr and Cloris Leachman raise many a titter as Inga and Frau Blücher (neigh); the latter is especially good when her character is in a state of frenzy. Peter Boyle brings a layer of serene menace to the Monster; he can be frightening when he needs to, but most of the time he is adorably childlike. His best scenes are the ?catching of buttleflies? sequence as Blücher plays the violin, and his scene with the blind priest played by Gene Hackman. And Madeleine Kahn comes good once again, playing Wilder?s chaste and uptight fiancée who eventually becomes the Bride of the Monster. She may have less to play with here than in Blazing Saddles, both in terms of screen time and sex appeal, but that doesn?t stop her holding her own against mot of the others on screen.
The film is stolen, however, by the dual forces of Marty Feldman as Igor and Kenneth Mars as Inspector Kemp. Both are essentially playing freaks of nature ? the former a hunchback, the latter an amputee ? and so you would expect the jokes to be cheap and not-so-cheerful. But by and large Brooks resists this, relying instead on Feldman?s immense capacity for physical humour to carry the film. He?s a great foil to the nervous Wilder, while Mars is a great vocal comedian, twisting his mouth and voice into the most brilliantly ridiculous of German accents.
Young Frankenstein is not flawless, at last not in the way that Monty Python and the Holy Grail is. Some of the jokes have either dated or don?t scan as well so more, and the opening fifteen minutes are creaky without real signs of this being deliberate. Nevertheless it remains Brooks? finest achievement, if nothing else because it is funnier than most of his later films put together. The film is the ideal length for both tension and comedy to thrive, and the ending is both a solid resolution and a pleasant surprise, unlike the endings to his early work. It?s a must-see for horror fans or anyone who wants to laugh solidly for 90 minutes, not a masterpiece, definitely a classic.
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