
Mel Brooks’ final film is more of a piece with Robin Hood: Men in Tights than Young Frankenstein, which isn’t really a surprise how artist careers go. However, it is simply less funny for long stretches of its runtime, feeling like Brooks and his writing team of Rudy De Luca and Steve Haberman settled on the first gags and jokes they came across while writing without trying to figure out how funny they actually were. There are sporadic laughs here and there, especially as the film moves into...
Published on February 18, 2022 04:02