Name that Movie! – UPDATED

I saw this posted somewhere:

And all I could think was: “I lieb ya, baby, I lieb ya, I lieb ya! Now lieb me alone!”

Can you name the film?

UPDATE: Okay, that was easy. Nathan Lane was great on broadway in Zero’s role, but I still love the original film the best. How is it possible that 1968, a year I hated, looks like more fun than anything we’re having today?

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  • Maria

    Ah, The Producers with Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder! And Dick Shawn singing “Springtime for Hitler and Germany….”

    “I lieb ya, baby, I lieb ya, I lieb ya! Now lieb me alone!” – I say that to my kids all the time. ; )

  • EBL

    Maria beat me to it. Great movie.

  • Randy

    One of my all time favorite movies!!

  • Andrew B

    I’m glad to see that someone else of my generation feels as I do about 1968. What a wretched year! Whenever I hear Gen Xers waxing nostalgic for “The Sixties”, all I can think of is coming home from school to find my mother weeping about some new horror. But “The Producers” is a scream.

  • Anne

    And The Sixties were much more The Late Sixties, as the early years were quite different. Elizabeth, you mentioned earlier that you were on the cusp of the Boomer years? I was a teen in ’68, you must have been in elementary school? Why did you hate 1968? Or do you hate it in retrospect?

    [No, I hated it when it was going on, too. -admin]

  • Victor

    I use to work with a German and he taught me how to say “Ich liebe dich” but this is the first time I’ve seen it written.

    Long story short! I lieb ya! :)

  • Katherine

    Well from what I’ve pieced together from Bad Relgion the world was only on the cusp of going insane. Now that we seeing the endish game of the insanity it’s not as much fun. On the upside I would never know your writings back then, so I’m grateful for the blessings that still flow.

  • Peggy m

    the line I quote is, “That’s it, baby! If you got it, flaunt it! Flaunt it!”. I do not, however, fling a cup of coffee at my window and rub it down with the shirt I am wearing…

    1968—-I was a young child, but had just returned to the US after having lived in Europe for a few years. I remember the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., followed by violent rioting that left a large swathe of Washington, DC a smoking ruin. Then RFK was murdered in LA. I associate the year with drugs, war protests and a great deal of anti-American sloganeering and action. I wanted desperately to live abroad again.

  • formwiz

    Never forget that the movies released in ’68 were shot in ’67 and written around ’65, the least year before things went insane.

    But, yeah, great movie; my (Irish, whose family came over in the first wave in 1845) mother, who lived through the war years (in this country, thank God) saw it and would always ask when “Springtime For Hitler” would be on again.

  • NY Mom

    Elizabeth, I think we’re the same age. I recall seeing an issue of Time Magazine in my parents’ bedroom from I think 1970- or late ’69 – the cover bore the solemn statement (as I remember it -) “God is Dead.” I was naive enough to think Time was all-knowing, and in near-tears asked my mother what it meant. She tried to reassure me – how, I can’t recall – but I do remember wondering how people could be so brazen and bold as to declare such a thing so fearlessly. I think the cover article discussed new philosophies and cultural trends, but it was a shock that anyone would even entertain such an idea.

    I ain’t shocked anymore.

  • jtd7

    I was 11 years old for most of 1968. I remember it as the year in which I realized there was a world outside my family, a world in which dramatic things were happening. I remember people expressing disbelief at my ignorance when I asked “Who’s Joe Namath?” or “What’s Resurrection City?” I remember, vividly, the assassinations of Dr. Martin Luther King and of Robert F. Kennedy. I remember the riots in Washington, DC, in whose suburbs we lived, because I remember neighbors sitting out on their porches with loaded shotguns as though mobs of looters were marching down Indian Head Highway. Most of these memories are bad, but I didn’t have a sense that the world had gone wrong. I had only just started to pay attention.

    But I have to say it’s ironic, Anchoress, that these recollections were triggered by your delight at the movie “The Producers.” Had you been a member of our family in 1968, you would not have seen “The Producers,” because the Catholic Film Office rated it Objectionable.

  • NY Mom

    @jtd7 – You were protected by your parents, as I was. And thank God for that! It reminds me of an early passage in Corrie Ten Boom’s book, “The Hiding Place”, where Corrie asked her father about something going on; it was an adult topic, but he gently but firmly told her that she was not old enough to bear the burden of that knowledge, as bearing it is a kind of suffering. Now THAT”S a father – guarding his child’s innocence.

    I knew some sea change was happening when my dad, a church organist with a degree in Sacred Music, brought home a recording of Leonard Bernstein’s “Mass”. I remember him standing in the middle of the living room, his hand on his chin, listening intently and critically. He had deep respect for Bernstein as a composer-conductor, but this new music seemed to cross a line he hadn’t even considered could be breached. (for my part I love the Pie Jesu..) When Godspell erupted a few years later, he had no words…. but we also never saw it, nor were encouraged to.

    (To Elizabeth – sorry to veer slightly off topic, but reminiscing is fun …)

  • formwiz

    NY Mom, that was the Spring of ’66 for that issue of Time. It was my senior year in high school and I remember the stir it caused.

  • NY Mom

    Wow, thanks @formwiz. I was 8, then, at the time. I still find that headline downright creepy and unsettling, a supremely arrogant taunt.