What's not to love? The Producers, a musical based on Brooks' 1968 movie, opens on Broadway next week with the kind of rapturous buzz (and $13 million in advance sales) not seen since The Lion King. Start with a presold audience, lovers of the classic comedy (the first film Brooks directed) about a schlocky Broadway producer who connives with his nervous accountant to raise money for an awful Nazi musical so they can abscond with the funds when the thing flops. Add the best-possible modern substitutes for stars Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder--Nathan Lane as producer Max Bialystock and Matthew Broderick as nebbishy Leo Bloom--and Broadway's hottest musical director, Susan Stroman (Contact, The Music Man). Support them with a gaggle of Broadway backers so eager that one producer had to hold a lottery to decide which of his investors got the privilege of putting money into the show. "I told them we're all fools," Brooks recounts. "We should have a secret meeting in the cellar of the St. James Theatre, raise $25 million, put on a million-dollar failure and split it up. I don't know why, at the last minute they all backed out."
Smart guys; they've seen the show. The Producers is, first of all, one of the best translations of a beloved movie to the stage ever. Most of Brooks' famous lines and bits are here, including the memorable Springtime for Hitler production number, staged by Stroman with goose-stepping pizazz. The new songs--Brooks wrote the music and the lyrics--are a sprightly retro pastiche, ranging from mock Fiddler on the Roof, to mock Astaire and Rogers, to mock Bavarian beer hall. There's a chorus line of old ladies with walkers, a flock of pigeons doing the Nazi salute and more gay jokes than have crossed a stage since Liberace. The show delivers such a wealth of vaudeville exuberance that the few quibbles (a rather lumpy second act) are likely to fade away. Even if you don't think it's great entertainment, you gotta admit: it's great entertainment value.
People had been bugging Brooks for years to turn The Producers into a musical. But he resisted them all until 1998, when DreamWorks exec David Geffen talked him into giving it a try. "He was a pit bullterrier," says Brooks. "He was on my pants cuff, and I couldn't shake him." It helped that Brooks' movie career was in a slump (his last feature, 1995's Dracula: Dead and Loving It, had flopped) and that Geffen had--"unbeknownst to David Geffen, but knownst to me"--tapped into a longtime dream of Brooks': to write a Broadway score.
Though he has played drums since age 9, Brooks has little musical training. Yet he had written songs for most of his movies, and he got a major nudge from his wife Anne Bancroft. "She always loved my songs," he says. "She thought it was a really big part of my work that was not cultivated. She said, 'You have to write this score. It's your next great challenge. It will keep you young.'"
Brooks is what is known among music professionals as a "hummer": an unschooled composer who comes up with melodies and leaves it to others (on The Producers, it was arranger Glen Kelly) to translate them into notes, chords, arrangements. Brooks found that writing new songs for The Producers--like Where Did We Go Right?, playing off Bialystock's line when he discovers that Springtime for Hitler is a hit--came relatively easy. Harder was the task of reshaping the movie into a cohesive Broadway show. For help with that, he turned to an old pal, Thomas Meehan, writer of Annie and a collaborator on several Brooks films, who helped structure the show, suggested spots for music numbers and pitched in with jokes.
Brooks' search for a director landed him at the doorstep of Mike Ockrent (Crazy for You) and his wife, choreographer Stroman. "I opened the front door," Stroman recalls, "and he launched into That Face, one of his songs from the show. He danced down the hallway and wound up on top of the sofa. Then he said, 'I'm Mel Brooks.'" The performance won them over, but not long afterward Ockrent became ill with leukemia (he died in December 1999). After a few months' hiatus, Stroman resumed working on her own with Brooks. "I needed someone to make me smile," she says. "Who better than Mel Brooks?"
Once a week in her apartment, over bagels, cream cheese and whitefish salad, they continued to work. By the time the show was ready for a staged reading last April, Geffen had reluctantly dropped out owing to other commitments, so a new chorus line of potential backers was invited. By the intermission, Rocco Landesman, head of the Jujamcyn theater chain, said he was in. Others followed quickly. Broderick and Lane (who played Bialystock at the reading) were cast, though it took some convincing. Lane wavered because he felt his character had too little to do in the second act; he stayed only after Brooks promised to write a new number for him, which ultimately became an Act II showstopper called Betrayed.