Bold claim: even a flawless film can spark fresh life on stage, and this live Young Frankenstein proves the point with surprises you can’t get from the screen. The opening-night chaos—thanks to live theatre’s fleeting nature—delivered a string of unforgettable moments: a cast member (Simeon Truby as Inspector Kemp) wandered into the audience to watch the show, the stage manager called for a break and Kemp improvised extensively, another crew member advised the crowd to “wait here and … entertain yourselves,” and eventually Truby was retrieved. Then news arrived that Inga (Julie Yammanee) was injured and Jessica Wright from the ensemble stepped into the role—delivering a breathtaking tap routine minutes later. What other medium can offer such unpredictable brilliance?
Mel Brooks’ trademark blend of pastiche and homage shines here. The book, co-written with Thomas Meehan, follows Shelley’s famed doctor’s grandson journeying to Transylvania to claim his inheritance and encountering his grandfather’s experiments, attempting to revive life in a new monster. The plot leans into chaotic spectacle more than a tight narrative, leaning on set pieces to carry the energy.
Director Nick Winston’s choreographic background is evident, giving the production a polished finish that contrasts with its fringe-theatre roots. Visually impressive, the show sometimes feels like it’s missing a bit of weight, with certain jokes not hitting as hard as in the film. The revolving-wall sequence—once a standout in Gene Wilder’s version—lands with less punch under Daniel Brocklebank’s Dr. Frederick Frankenstein. Curtis Patrick’s Igor, aiming to step into Marty Feldman’s iconic portrayal, overacts at times, yet his commitment keeps him entertaining to watch. When Pete Gallagher’s Monster finally reveals his refined intellect, the sense of controlled chaos snaps into full, irresistible energy, and the audience is swept along in genuine hilarity.
