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February 07, 2004
Blazing Saddles 30th Anniversary Blazing Saddles hit the theaters 30 years ago today, on February 7, 1974.
There oughta be a law against Mel Brooks. Mostly likely, there are already at least a couple. This was probably his very wrongest movie ever. "Never give a saga an even break!" he said, and he didn't. He took every cliche about the West and gave it a good twist, and every cliche about Western movies.
No small part of the awesome wrongness of this flick doubtless came from co-author of the screenplay Richard Pryor. Hard telling just which lines of dialogue and which twist came from which pen, but the mockery of dumb racists made up the absolute funniest parts of the film. Boy, were they some dumbass crackers.
My favorite moment came fairly on with the chain gang. The evil road boss wants the black prisoners to sing some Negro spirituals or something. They complied with a sophisticated acapella harmony version of "I Get a Kick Out of You." Getting to my big favorite part, the dissatisfied evil Slim Pickens road boss then tries to show them how blacks are supposed to sing, flopping and bouncing around like an idiot as he sings "Camptown Ladies." Yee-haw!
