Unfor­tu­nately, Blaz­ing Sad­dles is not nearly as funny as I remem­ber from my child­hood. I recall the infa­mous bean-induced fart sequnce being a ver­i­ta­ble sym­phony of bad taste; alas, the real thing is just a minute or so long at most. But it turns won­der­fully crazy near the end, finally becom­ing funny as the cast crashes postmodern-style into another movie set and an actor shouts “Piss on you, I’m work­ing for Mel Brooks!”

Gene Wilder proves his range by gives the polar oppo­site per­for­mance than in Young Franken­stein and The Pro­duc­ers. Stoned mel­low, he gra­ciously sup­ports star Cleavon Lit­tle. Still, Wilder gets to wrap up the pic­ture by kick­ing up his heels (still munch­ing the pop­corn from their movie date) and con­fess­ing his long­ing to ride off into the sun­set with Sher­iff Bart.

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