You know that scene in Mel Brooks' 1968 movie "The Producers" when the house is packed and ready to take in Bialystock and Bloom's (Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder, FTW!!!) "Springtime for Hitler" musical, sight unseen, and the opening number comes across as a gushing love letter to Adolf Hitler? To a theater full of Heebs, in New York City? Then the shocked stares and gaping mouths?
Then, Dick Shawn appears as an East Village hippie version of Hitler, slanging his way through the scene and into the hearts and funny bones of the audience, who finally get the joke? Thus dashing the multi-millionare scheme for Bialystock and Bloom to deliver a "sure-fire flop", financed by little old ladies?
Yeah, well not so here, chum. "Sing it Again, Sam!" by Sam Sacks is deadly serious... and absolutely fucking hilarious.
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