Blaze of Glory

We’ve been thinking a lot about Blazing Saddles lately. We’ve been thinking a lot about it for the past ten years, actually, in different ways at different times.

What first started bringing it to mind, was, well, the obvious: The Sheriff is near. The Sheriff was Barack Obama, and you couldn’t help playing it out from there. (Okay, and Biden is Gene Wilder, and Madeleine Kahn is — maybe we should just keep that one to ourself.)

And if that’s the reason Blazing Saddles came to mind, it should have stopped coming to mind two years ago, with Sheriff Barack and Joe driving off into the sunset in a Secret Service limo.

But it didn’t go away. It keeps coming back.

What keeps bringing it back is how the movie breaks through the fourth wall: The townspeople are fighting with the scoundrels in the street, and then the camera pans up from the scene and over to — the Warner Bros. lot.

We didn’t realize how clever Mel Brooks is about that turn until this moment. It’s not out of the blue. And it’s not just that we’ve already seen Sheriff Bart ride on his Gucci-saddled horse past the Count Basie orchestra playing “April in Paris”. The movie is already winking at us throughout, like a Bob Hope road picture.

Breaking the fourth wall isn’t new. What remains fresh more than forty years on is how Mel Brooks does it — and what he does with it.

How he does it is astonishingly simple: They’re already fighting on a set. That was the ruse: they’ve created a fake town, a movie-set town, and they’re luring the scoundrels into it. So when the camera pans up to reveal the set, we already know it’s a set. That was the point. That’s the setup.

Only you don’t know it’s a setup. That’s revealed in the next moment, during the same camera move, when there’s Los Angeles, and there’s the WB water tower, and holy shit, the set they built to fool the scoundrels was actually built to fool us. That’s the payoff.

Only Mel Brooks isn’t done with us.

We cut to inside a studio on the lot. Dom DeLuise is directing a big production number, top hats and tails. It’s not going well, the number has to be reset — when suddenly the movie breaks through its own wall. The fight on the Western set breaks into the musical. The characters in the fight are still fighting. They’re still the characters in the fight.

That’s the moment we keep thinking about these days, the moment the movie spins out of control, the moment America spins out of control, the moment when the sheer absurdity of it all overpowers everything else. Only there’s no stopping America from spinning, there’s too much fuel on the fire, and the only sunset we’re driving into is the planet burning to a crisp.

And people say Blazing Saddles isn’t relevant any more.

That’s what you hear these days, some folks saying you couldn’t make that movie today, other folks saying that even if you did, the satire on bigotry is stale, and speaking of bigotry, what’s with all the fag jokes during that dance number?

And all we think about is how we’ve been thinking about it ten years, one moment or another, something about a 1974 comedy that still speaks to us, still captures something we feel today, something about how the world works, or at least America. We accept all critiques, except for any that claim Blazing Saddles has finally gone stale.

Because that will never happen. Fart scenes are eternal.

8 comments:

5:13 pm • Sunday • February 10, 2019

Drive me off this picture …

5:25 pm • Sunday • February 10, 2019

@blogenfreude: That’s the thing about meta shit: It was all over the place before it became hip in the 80s. The Marx Brothers did it, Bob Hope did it, Warner Bros. cartoons were permeated with it, Mad magazine was predicated on it, early SNL was all
over it… Comedy was meta from Vaudeville on.

And of course comedy has always been meta, because comedy is all premise and payoff — and the moment you understand what a premise is, of course you wanna play with it. You’re a comedian, after all. That’s what you do.

10:38 am • Tuesday • February 12, 2019

Failing wall con got Twitler down? Time for another Nuremberg rally to rile up the seething, shrieking Despicables.

Set your clocks back to 1938.

Looks like they kicked it off with a bang too, what with (soon to be indicted) Con, Jr. attacking “loser teachers,” America’s Real Enemies.

https://www.rawstory.com/2019/02/trump-jr-attacks-loser-teachers-massive-backlash-quickly-blows-face/

6:40 pm • Friday • February 15, 2019

“The GOP is a failed state and Trump is its warlord.”

— Will Saletan, Slate

6:41 pm • Friday • February 15, 2019

National emergency! The Reichstag is burning!

6:04 pm • Saturday • February 16, 2019

@¡Andrew!: National emergency! Now I must go golfing!

10:24 am • Sunday • February 17, 2019

@SanFranLefty: What is it with racist old white people and golf anyway?

11:54 am • Sunday • February 17, 2019

OMFG, ya’ll should totally see The Lego Movie 2. I haven’t laughed so hard in years! FSM knows we need it.

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