"For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius." Tru dat, Dr. Frankenstein.
From the collaborative genius of Mel Brooks and Gene Wilder comes Young Frankenstein, the story of Dr. Frederick Frankenstein, grandson of the infamous Victor (Mary Shelley's scientist with the God complex), who struggles to distance himself from his ancestor by insisting his name is pronounced "Fronken-steen" until he tries his hand (and a couple others') at creating his own monster. This 1974 black and white send-up of classic horror films, laden with Brooks' signature over-the-top humor and based on an original idea by Wilder, plays at the Eureka Theater on Friday, Oct. 2 at 7:30 p.m. ($5) and answers the question: If you put a 7-and-a-half-foot-tall, 54-inch-wide undead monster in a top hat and tails, does it really make him a "cultured, sophisticated man about town"? Loaded with classic lines ("You must be Igor." "No, it's pronounced 'Eye-Gor,'" "Put. The candle. Back!" "Ovaltine?") and featuring a star-studded cast that includes Marty Feldman, Cloris Leachman, Madeline Kahn, Teri Garr and Peter Boyle, this truly is a must-see movie. From the opening credits that pay homage to Universal Studios horror movies to the last frames, when Teri Garr receives Frederick's big ... news, Young Frankenstein is indeed one of life's sweet mysteries. And you can find it, at last, for just five bucks.