Young Frankenstein.

Last night I was lucky enough to see Young Frankenstein at the Garrick Theatre and I cannot recommend it highly enough.

I grew up on a steady diet of Mel Brooks films so was naturally drawn to the news that it was on in the west end. I have only just discovered that it has been around and on Broadway for more than a decade. We only received it in the UK in October, so I don’t feel quite as guilty.
It managed to perfectly balance everything about the 1974 film that I knew and loved with a host of new songs and gags thrown in. I came to Young Frankenstein via my grandparents, who told me that it was one of the best films of all time. They were not wrong. They were never wrong.

I think my favourite moment, even knowing exactly what to expect and how every beat of it would go, was Puttin’ On The Ritz. It’s a slice of brilliance that only Mel Brooks could ever pull off. It’s daft but so clever. It’s wise and beautifully orchestrated but ridiculous.

If you get the opportunity then I definitely recommend seeing it while you can. It’s the best thing I’ve seen since Springtime for Hitler.