Director: Mel Brooks
Either there were elaborate special effects used to achieve this, or the actress suffered a great deal of pain.
I have an interesting history with Mel Brooks. As a child I watched Blazing Saddles and Spaceballs once or twice, and his later (and widely regarded as lesser) parodies Robin Hood: Men in Tights and Dracula: Dead and Loving It lots and lots of times, so they both have considerable nostalgic and sentimental value for me regardless of their actual quality (or lack thereof). For some reason, though, I never saw his ‘classics’ (other than Blazing Saddles) from the ’60s and ’70s, a failing I’ve now remedied by marathoning three in a row: The Producers, Young Frankenstein and Silent Movie.
I quite enjoyed The Producers. It has fun performances from Zero Mostel, Gene Wilder and the ridiculous Kenneth Mars, and a pervasive sense of cheekiness that works well. However, there aren’t really enough jokes, and some sequences (e.g. Ulla’s dance) are unfortunate. The famous performance of Springtime for Hitler is the clear highlight; it’s so much better (funnier, cleverer, more entertaining) than the rest, in fact, that it reveals the mediocrity elsewhere. My favourite line of the film: “You shut up. You are the audience. I am the author. I outrank you!”.