Showtime for Hitler: ‘The Producers’ Comes to Berlin

Showtime for Hitler: The Producers Comes to Berlin

As the two Jewish men on stage slip on their Nazi armbands, preparing to take the Siegfried Oath, the portly man sitting next to me seems unsure if he should laugh.

Like the rest of the audience at the Berlin opening of the Mel Brooks musical comedy The Producers on Sunday night, the old man waits. But when a caged pigeon named Adolf throws up a wing in a Nazi salute, no one can hold back. The self-conscious silence in the theater shatters as the audience roars. Women scream in delight. Some people in the audience wave mock Nazi flags that resemble the real ones — verboten in Germany — but with black twisted pretzels instead of swastikas.

Even the old man next to me, who was a child during World War II and has lived his life aware that bearing the weight of German history is serious business, takes off his glasses and rubs tears of laughter from his eyes. “Why shouldn’t we be able to see this in Berlin It’s been shown everywhere else in the world,” he says.

That question overshadowed the opening of The Producers in Berlin’s Admiralspalast, the iconic theater where Hitler once sat in the elegant Führer’s box and tapped his foot to the tunes of the light opera The Merry Widow. And answering it requires asking two more. It wasn’t long into the show’s premiere that the first — will German audiences laugh at a parody of Hitler — was answered with an uproarious yes. But the second is trickier: Should they

It seemed only foreign correspondents and a few Germany commentators were asking, however. If any of the people in the sold-out opening-night audience at Admiralspalast felt a bit of angst about laughing at blond-haired Nazis singing “Europe, we’re going on tour,” they got over it pretty quickly.

The musical is based on Brooks’ 1969 film, the story of a Broadway producer and his bookkeeper who discover a scam to make more money with a flop than with a hit. They conspire to put on the worst play they can find, a sentimental diatribe called Springtime for Hitler, written by a lederhosen-clad neo-Nazi pigeon keeper. Unfortunately for the unlikely heroes, Springtime for Hitler is a smash, and they wind up in the can for tax fraud.

When the film was first released, Germany had so much trouble with its frolicking, tap-dancing SS Storm Troopers and gay Führer singing “Heil myself” that it wasn’t shown in German cinemas until the mid-1970s. The musical opened on Broadway in 2001, and has played around the world, even sparking raucous laughter from Jews in Tel Aviv. But until now, no one had the nerve to host it in Berlin. Germans who wanted to see it had to go to London, New York City or Vienna.

“I saw it in the U.S.,” says Berlin’s mayor, Klaus Wowereit, as an entourage of transvestites in Bavarian drag saunter past in the theater courtyard. “I’m glad it’s playing in Berlin now. A musical can’t hurt anyone. After all, it’s a parody of Hitler.”

In Germany, Hitler is thought of as evil incarnate, a madman, an easy target for parody . But whenever anyone in Germany tries to poke fun at him, the same discussion erupts about taboos and having respect for the weight of history and national guilt.

Dani Levy, a Swiss filmmaker who lives in Berlin, tried to lighten things up with his 2007 comedy My Führer, which had modest success at the box office. Yet even Levy confesses to feeling queasy while watching The Producers in a theater full of Germans. “It hurts sometimes to watch people laugh at something that was so cruel,” he says. “But every step we take towards dealing with the past more courageously is good.”

It’s taken Germany so long to put on Brooks’ camp musical that the piece seems to have lost much of its original punch. When the film was released in 1969, it was provocative. The 2009 German production ups the shock value of Nazi symbols and dancing blond chorus girls singing “Springtime for Hitler and Germany,” but it is clear that today’s audiences aren’t so easily scandalized. “It was kind of banal,” says Rainer Dietmar, 40, a librarian. “Is it O.K. if I say I didn’t like it”

Dietmar wasn’t the only one who found The Producers too tame for our times. Before coming to Berlin, the show had a 10-month run in Vienna. Originally booked for a year, many performances remained a third empty, and as the economic crisis hit, attendance dropped off. The Admiralspalast saw an opportunity and contracted the Austria cast to play the remaining two months on the German-language license in Berlin.

It is not clear whether it will be extended beyond that, but when the curtain dropped on opening night, Berliners jumped to their feet in a standing ovation. Time will tell how long it takes before they grow tired of having the Führer back in town.

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