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Blazing Saddles
(Mel Brooks, 1978)

Classification: Good
Originally Published: Movie Poop Shoot, 1/22/03
Just thinking about BLAZING SADDLES makes me laugh. It belongs to a very special category of films that actually grows funnier with each viewing; instead of knowing and anticipating the punchlines, you feel like some member of an exclusive club, laughing along with the film so much you almost feel like a participant in the action. My sense of humor’s development was heavily influenced by the Mel Brooks film SPACEBALLS, which seemed like the apex of comedy when I was 10 years old. Little did I realize that, funny as SPACEBALLS is, it pales in comparison to the director’s early work on THE PRODUCERS, YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN, and especially BLAZING SADDLES.

Dispelling that myth that comedy can’t be made by committee, five men (including Brooks) are credited with the hilarious screenplay about Bart (Cleavon Little), a slave in the Old West who is fed up with the racism and stupidity. He finds fault with a system that can’t afford to send some horses to investigate a quicksand scam and send Bart and his buddy instead. Bart’s insubordination gets him in trouble with Hedley Lamarr (Harvey Korman, never better), the Governor’s assistant, who is trying to clear out the town of Rock Ridge to make way for that same railroad. To kill two birds with one stone, Hedy, excuse me, Hedley decides to make Bart the Sheriff of Rock Ridge, assuming the simple folk of the western outpost will be so racist that the town will descend into anarchy and he’ll be able to swoop in and take the land as his own. It’s a splendid plan when you think about it.

The best part of BLAZING SADDLES is its single-mindedness; its goal is strictly laughs. Its longevity proves than you can be as vulgar or crude or mean as you want, as long as the jokes are funny. BLAZING SADDLES even packs a wallop when its shown on television; while it has some truly tasteless language, particularly the pervasive use of the “n” word, most of it is considered acceptable for basic cable, which makes it a whole lot edgier than anything else Comedy Central would show on a Sunday afternoon. And since the movie is using the term to deflate and insult racism, and manages to get in playful digs at every race and ethnicity, it’s all in good fun.

SADDLES is, pound for pound, one of the funniest movies ever made. The jokes are shot at you like a machine gun; even if five shots miss, the sixth will hit you square in the chest. Some scenes, like the one in which Brooks himself plays a governor who makes George W. Bush look like Stephen Hawking, could not conceivably be any funnier. Brooks, cross-eyed with an immaculate 70s comb-over, ogles his mistress’ breasts (“Work, work, work, work, work, hello boys, I’ve missed you!”) and, much to Lamarr’s chagrin, keeps calling him Hedy (“What the hell are you worried about? This is 1874! You could sue HER!”). Brooks then ends the chaotically hilarious meeting by giving his cabinet members paddleballs as payment “...in lieu of... uh... other things!” Giving himself the funniest bit in the movie, such nepotism!

Drawing gags from everything from The Wide World of Sports to Bugs Bunny cartoons, BLAZING SADDLES is a lot smarter than its lowbrow humor might suggest, and even more importantly, it is absolutely fearless, never bowing to political correctness, or conventions of plot or even logic (The finale occurs in the present, in front of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood). When I was a younger and idolized SPACEBALLS, I liked other movies and television shows, but there was only one director who I knew by name, and that was Mel Brooks. For me, he has always meant comedy, and he always will. It’s good to be a fan of the king.