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thehefnerThere were a number of people to whom, for a number of reasons, I was unable to personally wish a Merry Christmas. You people probably know who you are. Well, it's late, but I sincerely hope you had a Merry Christmas and, in case I don't see you, I hope you have a Happy New Year.
(oh, and a happy belated birthday to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myoffenceisrank! All hail the Sultan of Twat!)
I don't know if THE PRODUCERS is for everyone. Mom couldn't understand how anyone could possibly dislike the movie, whereas I'm well familar with the mind of the snob. I should know, after all. I hate lots of crap. If people are gonna dislike THE PRODUCERS, fine, go ahead, be snobs. Be superior. Call it "dated" and "stagey" and "over the top" whatever else.
Me? I fucking loved the whole damn thing, warts and all. As with when I saw the original broadway cast perform, I don't think the smile left my face for a second. This was pure happy in a movie. It's kinda like SPAMALOT in that it cannot, should not, and MUST not replace the original. Everyone should see the original, if only for the performances. This is a big musical homage to the original. Unlike SPAMALOT, however, it's actually more than a decent fun time. It's pure delight.
There is not one ounce of subtlety in this movie, and I loved every second of it. I mean, I would! This is pure John Hefner. This is the biggest Audience Whore movie I've ever seen. Seriously, I want to play every male role in the show. Every single one. Hell with it! I want to do a one-man-show of THE PRODUCERS, with special guest star Val Larson as Ulla!
(Because holy God, I want to see Val as Ulla. Stat!)
The cast: Nathan Lane is one of the last great vaudiville performers, from the mold of Jackie Gleason and, yes, Zero Mostel. I liked Matthew Broderick much better here than on stage; on film he's able to play off his wonderful facial expressions much better. Roger Bart is delightfully freaky. Will Ferrel was pretty well perfectly cast as Franz Liebkind, and his "new song" during the credits is fucking beautiful. I'm really trying hard not to transcribe here what he whispers to the audience at the end, it's great. And holy bejezus, I'm no longer the only person in the world not to find Uma Thurman sexy. Ooh wah wah wah WAH wah wah!
If you see it, don't be a wimp. Stay to the end of the credits. Seriously. I always do, and it sometimes pays off. This is one of those cases.
Oh, and also? Baileys Irish Cream + Egg Nog doesn't equal crazy delicious. It equals soothing and lovely and oh so the happy. Hmmm. Nighty night.
(oh, and a happy belated birthday to
myoffenceisrank! All hail the Sultan of Twat!)I don't know if THE PRODUCERS is for everyone. Mom couldn't understand how anyone could possibly dislike the movie, whereas I'm well familar with the mind of the snob. I should know, after all. I hate lots of crap. If people are gonna dislike THE PRODUCERS, fine, go ahead, be snobs. Be superior. Call it "dated" and "stagey" and "over the top" whatever else.
Me? I fucking loved the whole damn thing, warts and all. As with when I saw the original broadway cast perform, I don't think the smile left my face for a second. This was pure happy in a movie. It's kinda like SPAMALOT in that it cannot, should not, and MUST not replace the original. Everyone should see the original, if only for the performances. This is a big musical homage to the original. Unlike SPAMALOT, however, it's actually more than a decent fun time. It's pure delight.
There is not one ounce of subtlety in this movie, and I loved every second of it. I mean, I would! This is pure John Hefner. This is the biggest Audience Whore movie I've ever seen. Seriously, I want to play every male role in the show. Every single one. Hell with it! I want to do a one-man-show of THE PRODUCERS, with special guest star Val Larson as Ulla!
(Because holy God, I want to see Val as Ulla. Stat!)
The cast: Nathan Lane is one of the last great vaudiville performers, from the mold of Jackie Gleason and, yes, Zero Mostel. I liked Matthew Broderick much better here than on stage; on film he's able to play off his wonderful facial expressions much better. Roger Bart is delightfully freaky. Will Ferrel was pretty well perfectly cast as Franz Liebkind, and his "new song" during the credits is fucking beautiful. I'm really trying hard not to transcribe here what he whispers to the audience at the end, it's great. And holy bejezus, I'm no longer the only person in the world not to find Uma Thurman sexy. Ooh wah wah wah WAH wah wah!
If you see it, don't be a wimp. Stay to the end of the credits. Seriously. I always do, and it sometimes pays off. This is one of those cases.
Oh, and also? Baileys Irish Cream + Egg Nog doesn't equal crazy delicious. It equals soothing and lovely and oh so the happy. Hmmm. Nighty night.
