Film

The Producers

Name: The Producers
Genre: Comedy
Released: 1968
Cast: Zero Mostel, Gene Wilder, Dick Shawn, Kenneth Mars, Estelle Winwood

Mel Brooks' feature debut is manic, tasteless, and gloriously unapologetic—a scam-artist producer and his nervous accountant deliberately mount the worst musical they can find, only for "Springtime for Hitler" to become an unstoppable hit. Zero Mostel bulldozes every scene; Gene Wilder squeaks and panics beautifully. It's for anyone who wants comedy that dares you to be offended and then makes you laugh anyway.

TMDb rating

7.1

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