He’s turned Frankenstein’s monster into a song-and-dance man (“Young Frankenstein”), capitalized on the tight-wearing pansies of fairy tales (“Robin Hood: Men in Tights”), and even revealed the West for its extreme political incorrectness (“Blazing Saddles”).
Even so, it's hard not to compare Spaceballs unfavorably to Brooks' earlier, more deliriously cutting films (The Producers, Young Frankenstein and Blazing Saddles).
1.85:1, 1080p (MPEG-4); English 5.1 DTS-HD MA, English Stereo, French 5.1 DTS, Spanish DD 5.1, Portuguese DD 5.1, German 5.1 DTS, Italian 5.1 DTS, Spanish (Castilian) 5.1 DTS, Hungarian DD 5.1; BD-50 Neither the audacity of Mel Brooks' perpetually relevant Blazing Saddles nor the movie-love that manifested itself in his uncanny genre parodies Young Frankenstein and High Anxiety inhabit Brooks' Spaceballs, a spoof tailored to the undiscriminating palate of preteens and people who can't resist a joke at the expense of Star Wars hobbyists.
Neither the audacity of Mel Brooks' perpetually relevant Blazing Saddles nor the movie-love that manifested itself in his uncanny genre parodies Young Frankenstein and High Anxiety inhabit Brooks' Spaceballs, a spoof tailored to the undiscriminating palate of preteens and people who can't resist a joke at the expense of Star Wars hobbyists.
Though not on a par with Young Frankenstein or Blazing Saddles, Spaceballs has enough sparkling moments to somehow wind up more than the sum of its jokes: while it may not inspire love, it's pretty darn hard not to like it.
I don’t doubt this is the case for many fans of the best Brooks films—how many kids of the seventies saw Blazing Saddles before laying eyes on a real western, or Young Frankenstein before the bride of same?