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Photo: Manuel Harlan.<br />
YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN Garrick<br />
In 2001, Mel Brooks indefatigably put<br />
the comedy back into Musical Comedy<br />
with his Tony Award winning adaptation<br />
of his 1969 masterpiece The Producers.<br />
In more recent times, laughter, alas,<br />
has no longer been a prime ingredient of<br />
the genre. There are exceptions, of<br />
course. The Book of Mormon (not a<br />
favourite of mine) being one of them.<br />
Happily, at age 91 guffaws are once<br />
again the first item on his agenda with a<br />
musical adaptation of his 1974 hit,<br />
Young Frankenstein.<br />
It’s his second crack at it – I saw it on<br />
Broadway ten years ago, and what a train<br />
wreck that was! The good news is that<br />
this revisited paired-down, altogether<br />
streamlined new version has, like<br />
Frankenstein’s monster, been brought<br />
back to life with side-splitting results.<br />
Somewhat sceptical of its success,<br />
Brooks, in an interview, anticipated that<br />
it would inevitably be be unfavourably<br />
compared to The Producers – and he’s<br />
right; it isn’t in that show’s league. But<br />
hey, who cares? What you’re getting is a<br />
pot-pourri of pastiche and parody; two<br />
and a half hours of verbal and visual<br />
shtick as Brooks ransacks every<br />
vaudeville trick of his trade.<br />
Anything goes. One-liners that were<br />
old the day they were born mingle<br />
indiscriminately with fresher variations<br />
on the same corny gags. Puns, double<br />
entendres and familiar routines (such as<br />
‘walk this way’) tickle the funny bone<br />
afresh as the cherishable Mel and his<br />
co-writer, the late, indispensable<br />
Thomas Meehan, dilligently transplant<br />
the film to the stage.<br />
Inspired, of course, by director James<br />
Whale’s iconic 1931 horror classic<br />
Frankenstein, this affectionate parody<br />
focuses on Victor Frankenstein’s grandson<br />
Frederick, a professor of neurology living<br />
in New York, who is summoned to<br />
Transylvania to dispose of his<br />
grandfather’s formidable Gothic estate.<br />
Taking leave of his frigid fiancee<br />
Elizabeth, Frederick, who now calls<br />
himself Fronkensteen because of the bad<br />
publicity generated by his grandfather,<br />
extends his Transylvanian visit after falling<br />
for his sexy assistant Inga. Her<br />
accomplishments include yodelling and<br />
gathering hay with a pitch fork (‘I’m a very<br />
hard forker,’ she says). Her in-your-face<br />
physical attributes prove irresistible and<br />
are the butt (pun intended) of a plethora of<br />
smutty innuendoes that would not have<br />
been out of place in the Carry On films of<br />
the sixties and seventies.<br />
Apart from Inga, Frederick is also<br />
attracted to the prospect of furthering his<br />
grandfather’s life-resuscitating<br />
experiments in general and, in particular,<br />
transplanting a brain into a corpse. As in<br />
the film, he is aided and abetted by the<br />
castle’s resident hunchback, Igor, and by<br />
his grandather’s formidible housekeeper<br />
Frau Blucher, the very mention of whose<br />
name cues alarmed whinnying in a pair<br />
of the castle’s resident horses.<br />
It’s all very silly – and endlessly<br />
infectious. And it is cast to perfection.<br />
Hadley Fraser, in the role created by<br />
Gene Wilder, is less neurotic than his<br />
predecessor and even manages to<br />
maintain a refreshing modicum of sanity<br />
in the over-the-top circumstances.<br />
No such restraint, however, about<br />
Ross Noble’s Igor, a whirling dervish<br />
whose sheer physicality and comictiming<br />
are a joy. Shuler Hensley, the<br />
only member of the ill-fated 2007<br />
Broadway cast, repeats his role as the<br />
Monster, ensuring that the famous<br />
Puttin’ On the Ritz number (by Irving<br />
Berlin) in the second half is as effective<br />
on stage as it was on screen. And, as the<br />
blind Hermit, Patrick Clancy (doubling<br />
up as the local policeman) pilfers some<br />
of the best laughs of the evening.<br />
On the distaff side, and far superior to<br />
their Broadway counterparts, are Dianne<br />
Pilkington who, as Frederick’s<br />
untouchable fiancee, makes the most of<br />
the show’s least rewarding role and<br />
Lesley Joseph (excellent too) as the<br />
housekeeper, her revelation that Victor<br />
Frankenstein ‘vas my boyfriend’ being<br />
one of the highlights of the night.<br />
Best of all, though, is Summer<br />
Strallen as Inga. Very similar to the<br />
character of Ulla in The Producers, she’s<br />
a seductive riot, especially in the saucy<br />
Roll in the Hay number, just one of the<br />
many tuneful pastlches which provide<br />
the bulk of Brooks’ catchy score, with its<br />
deliberate references to such musicals<br />
as South Pacific and Cabaret. His lyrics,<br />
by the way, are pretty resourceful too.<br />
Also paying tribute to musicals of the<br />
past is director/choreographer Susan<br />
Stroman, whose hommage to Fred Astaire<br />
in the Bojangles of Harlem number from<br />
the 1936 movie Swing Time is just one<br />
more indication of how widely the creative<br />
team of Young Frankenstein have cast<br />
their net as part of an irresistible time<br />
warp. Her fast-paced, super-slick staging<br />
is, in all is aspects, the show’s standout<br />
achievement.<br />
Rounding it off visually is Beowulf<br />
Boritt’s evocative sets and William Ivey<br />
Long’s costumes.<br />
Nostalgia has rarely had it so good.<br />
CLIVE HIRSCHHORN<br />
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