To be honest, I could watch this movie every month and still laugh out loud at parts of it. That's a problem in my house because my wife hates the movie. Not just a mild hate, but a "don't-ever-bring-that-movie-into-our-house-kind-of-hate." So it has been a long time since I have watched "Blazing Saddles."
A year ago, our son and daughter-in-law gave us a subscription to Netflix and we have gotten a lot of use out of it, but I probably stepped over the line this month when I somehow moved the movie "Spaceballs" up to the top of our movie queue and it ended up in our mailbox.
Actually, it has been sitting on top of our entertainment center for a month and I finally got up the courage to suggest that we watch the movie on Sunday night. When my wife asked me what the movie was about, all I got out was "Mel Brooks" when she rolled her eyes and picked up some school papers to grade.
An hour and 36 minutes later, she was rethinking her decision to marry me. Every time I laughed at something in the movie, she would glance up from her students' papers, look over and give me that look that all married men dread. You know that, "what was I thinking when I married this guy" look.
When I clicked on the "Special Features" after the movie was done, she just looked at me and said "No."
"Spaceballs" was no "Blazing Saddles" but I did get a few laughs out of it. But now I'm probably going to have to watch "The Devil Wears Prada," "27 Dresses," and "Sleepless in Seattle," and any number of chick flicks before I get to order another one of my movies again.