All About Me! by Mel Brooks review – constant corpsing

Now 95, the comedian, screenwriter, and director Mel Brooks of such beloved spoofs as Blazing Saddles have written his autobiography.

As the title might suggest, All About Me! is very much the work of the man who has the job to keep the guests happy and alert and stop them from falling asleep around the swimming pool.

Mel Brooks is that the last comic within the world you’ll imagine eager to be Hamlet – although, of course, that role is simply different from getting all the eye. He did play a Shakespearean actor during a 1983 remake of Ernst Lubitsch’s comedy To Be Or Not to Be, but otherwise, the Danish you’re presumably to associate with Brooks is that the kind you purchase during a deli.Mel Brooks

Mention of His Private Life

About His Private Life As for private life, Brooks didn’t write much about his first marriage, with no mention of his first wife, Florence Baum. There are tender recollections of his long marriage to actor Anne Bancroft, but also an uncomfortable moment, more telling than intended: when Bancroft was having trouble rehearsing a scene, he told her: “You know what’s even harder? Writing!” When Bancroft died, Brooks says, “For an extended time, I used to be inconsolable”, on the other hand, collaborators “pulled me out of my abyss of despair and that we visited work on our next musical together” – a bizarre evasion of an emotional landmine, and perhaps the book’s most poignant moment.Mel Brooks

About His Childhood

Born Melvin Kaminsky, Brooks grew up in working-class Brooklyn, the youngest of 4 brothers, whose father died when he was two. There’s a priceless opening shtick about seeing Frankenstein as a boy, and worrying that the monster would get him; his mother reassured him that it might need to shlep from Transylvania, find its thanks to getting to South Third Street, then probably eat the Rothsteins downstairs first. The other childhood stuff is fairly mundane: memories of uncle Lee and non-secular fanatic Louie from Minsk, “clotheslines filled with wet wash” and tributes to his mother, “a true heroine”.

About His Self Awareness

Despite the following therapy, Brooks seems to possess little self-awareness when it involves his behavior Once Brooks enters showbiz, the amount he devotes most attention to (45 pages, 15 quite his best-loved film, The Producers) is his long spell writing for TV comic Sid Caesar, an experience that comes across as both the dream and the nightmare of his existence, as traumatic as his wartime service clearing landmines. It was a joyful, frenzied, hugely stressful period that brought on anxiety attacks – not surprisingly, given Caesar’s volatility: he once held Brooks out of a window by his belt.

Mel Brooks

Despite the following therapy, Brooks seems to possess little self-awareness when it involves his behavior: like the two occasions when he menaced a colleague into handing over everything in his pockets, the second time making him wade waist-deep in Central Park Lake. Brooks was simply one among life’s “wild beasts”, he says, but doesn’t look further into why certain clowns may need slightly of the sociopath, or simply be a pain in the tuchus.
He’s good at remembering where jokes came from – just like the 48th St impresario drying his underwear, a model for the flamboyantly squalid Max Bialystock within the Producers – but heavy weather when recalling gags and routines: “Nobody knew what was happening but it had been hilarious.

I didn’t know skills I held it together”. this is often a book that is constantly corpsing. He’s not so hot at theorizing, either: he became a clown for the time-honored reason that “you don’t hit the child that creates you laugh”; my humor has “a certain intensity and a certain pulse”; and, bottom line, “Inept idiots will always be fun”. If you were Bialystock, you’d say: “OK kid, what else you got?”

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