It’s no secret that I love Mel Brooks. I spend every January, starting on New Year’s Day watching his movies all month long. I call it “Mel Brooksuary” (which inspired our very own Sean to try his own “Denzel Marchington”). I could spend this entire blog telling you why Brooks is a brilliant filmmaker that turned the parody genre into an art form. I could tell you about how he was a WW2 vet that diffused landmines and blasted the Nazis with pop music just to piss them off, or how he’s one of eleven people to ever EGOT, or how he belongs to an elite group of renowned comedy writers that all wrote Your Show of Shows together (including Carl Reiner, Neil Simon, and Mel Tolkin).