Review of Young Frankenstein (1974) by Pauline Kael for The New Yorker — 29 May 1993
It isn’t a dialogue comedy; it’s visceral and lower. It’s what used to be called a crazy comedy, and there hasn’t been this kind of craziness on the screen in years. It’s a film to go to when your rhythm is slowed down and you’re too tired to think.
You can’t bring anything to it (Brooks’ timing is too obvious for that) ; you have to let it do everything for you, because that’s the only way it works.
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This review of Young Frankenstein (1974) was written by Pauline Kael and published by The New Yorker on 29 May 1993.
Young Frankenstein has generally received very positive reviews.
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