Picked up the screenplay of THE PRODUCERS (version originale) for £3. Not in paperback, buut an actual A4 floppy script thing, with NO back whatsoever, hard or otherwise, just loose pages hole-punched and clamped together.
Inside, the action is ALL-CAPS and there are lots of transitions and opticals indicated, ie:
FREEZE ACTION.
CREDIT.
RESUME ACTION.
This led me to assume I was looking at some kind of transcription rather than a shooting script, so I started to lose interest, but then I spotted very many funny lines that didn’t make the final cut. So it’s a proper script, except maybe the great Mel didn’t quite understand screenplay format, He didn’t understand that you could move the camera while the actors talked, and on day one, nervous, he reportedly yelled “Cut!” when he meant “Action!”
And still the film is brilliant.
Ralph Rosenblum’s book When the Shooting Stops . . . the Cutting Begins: A Film Editor’s Story has a lot of painful detail about the edit — Brooks had been continually unhappy with Zero Mostel’s (amazing) performance, and couldn’t let go the on-set gripes to focus on the work at hand, according to his unhappy cutter. So it’s not too surprising that several sequences got left on the floor. Here’s one, from the (already incredibly long) opening sequence:
BIALYSTOCK: My hand. My hand. I can’t turn my hand.
(he turns his hand)
LITTLE OLD LADY: Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it well.
(she smothers his hand with kisses)
BIALYSTOCK
Enough. It’s better. Please, Lambchop, it’s better. Stop. You’re hurting it again.
That’s worth three quid, right there.
When Max Bialystock stumbles upon a script of his own, for the uber-flop “Springtime for Hitler”:
BIALYSTOCK: This is freedom from want forever. This is a house in the country. This is a Rolls Royce and a Bentley. This is wine, women and song and women.
I am opening the script at random and these zingers are tumbling out. Maybe some of them made it into the musical but I tried to watch that one time.
BIALYSTOCK: You’d think out of all those Hitlers you could find just one…
LIEBKIND: It was the same thing in Germany. We looked for years before we found the right Hitler.
I will stop now lest I make you all jealous.
Long live Mel Brooks.