I hope that anyone reading this already knows that I count Mel Brooks as one of my biggest influences. In the darkest years of childhood and adolescence, nothing gave me more happiness than to walk down the creaky, funky-smelling carpeted stairs of our local video store and pressing one of the styrofoam-filled VHS covers to my chest. From there I'd take…
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