There are scripts that qualify as national treasures, and Mel Brooks's THE PRODUCERS is high on the A-list. It is the ultimate, over the top, gleefully politically incorrect, good-hearted, goof-ball, completely nutso musical tour de force that defies description. Like a great moment in history, you just have to be there.
The version presented by the Broadway Series at the Ohio Theater---itself a national treasure---does this jewel justice. The staging is beautiful, the acoustics fine, the cast a delight, the costumes and sets all they should be. In short, it's a wonderful evening in a setting that can't be beat.
If you don't know the story, don't worry, there's not much to tell. A down-on-his luck producer named Bialystock hooks up with a liberated accountant named Bloom to scam a show funded by horny old women. They want it to fail, and wind up with a bomb called SPRINGTIME FOR HITLER that turns into a blitzkreig. What more can be said?