| | Slant Magazine - Film Review: The Producers (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-01) |
 | | Yet more astounding is the absence of its trademark rambunctious rhythm, a facet so blatantly underserved that the film cries out for a vivacious, go-for-broke stylist like Julie Taymor or even (dare I say it?) Rob Marshall, either of whom might have infused the action with some much-needed zany dynamism. |
 | | And given the persistent structural inertia, it's hardly surprising to discover that the film's finest sequence turns out to be the wholly stage-bound "Springtime For Hitler," which erupts with absurdly giddy pageantry. |
 | | Time and again, however, The Producers botches its transition from the boards to the multiplex, whether it be by excising Bialystock's opening ditty "King Of Broadway" (crucial for establishing the character's inherent shadiness) or by attempting to generate madcap energy by dialing the volume up to 11. |
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