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...harsh. If The Producers had never existed, Young Frankenstein would be a reasonably entertaining addition to Broadway's fall season - and it may yet be a big hit. But we have a right to higher standards. Mel Brooks is no longer the inspired amateur. Now he's a Broadway monster, repeating himself...
...difference is that The Producers had a solid, even ingenious, comic storyline - about a Broadway producer who sets out to create a bomb show so he can run off with all the investors' money. Young Frankenstein is, by contrast, mainly a series of goofs on old horror-movie clichés - gags that don't resonate as well on stage, and that lack the comic propulsion that keeps The Producers moving along. That puts a lot more burden on the usual Brooksian jokes about big knockers and small penises - which, as a result, seem more desperate this time around...
...Producers, perhaps the greatest example of beginner's luck in Broadway songwriting history, Brooks's simplistic tunemaking managed to stick in your head ("I wan-na be a pro-du-cer") in a way that richer and more ambitious Broadway scores don't. The numbers in Young Frankenstein seem more generic, off-the-rack items: a tongue-in-cheek buddy duet for the doctor and Igor, "Together Again (for the First Time)"; a Dietrich send-up for Frau Blucher, "He Vas My Boyfriend"; a predictable parody of '30s dance crazes, "Transylvania Mania...
...Director-choreographer Susan Stroman, meanwhile, seems to have used up most of her best ideas in The Producers. There's nothing in Young Frankenstein that comes close to, say, the chorus of old ladies doing time steps with their walkers, not to mention the "Springtime for Hitler" extravaganza. The big "Puttin' on the Ritz" number, with the monster (Shuler Hensley) stepping out in top hat and wails, comes the closest. But give Irving Berlin a lot of the credit - with a small nod to Astaire's "Bojangles in Harlem" number from Swingtime...
...original Max Bialystock, brought to the show, milking every line for laughs that even Brooks may not have known were there. This time, Brooks makes do with an array of competent Broadway vets. Roger Bart (the gay assistant in The Producers) is likable, but only that, as Dr. Frankenstein. Sutton Foster, one of Broadway's song-and-dance wonders, seems to be slumming as the Swedish bombshell Inga, a part any one of a dozen actresses could have played. The dizzy Megan Mullally (of Will and Grace) seems wrong as the doctor's uptight fiancé. Andrea Martin, that SCTV...