★★★★ 1/2 Mel Brooks had to come at 96 years old and still with an incredible humor to put things in place. Humor is not mockery: the comedian finds in what he loves and what he hates, in what coincides and in what he rejects, in the tragic and in the happy, the human absurdity that authorizes us to laugh. It’s perspective. In this sequel forty years later to his own movie (not one of the best, by the way) the man leads a group of comedians to laugh at everything. From Hitler to racism, from Jesus to the Kama Sutra. Brooks and his minions are even-tempered when it comes to laughing at something. They don’t care about the offense as long as he’s funny. Nobody wonders why it is funny, at a time when it is essential to laugh. Too bad there are jokes that require some culture (Shakespeare, Ulysses Grant, “Bolsheviks to Mensheviks”?) but that is our problem.
