"It’s the movie that could never be made today," howl fans of Mel Brooks’ arguable finest hour. (Though we’d put “The Producers” first, then “Young Frankenstein.”) The people who say this are typically strident anti-PC types — retrograde righties who hate liberals and delight at a pretty much objectively hilarious comedy that makes jokes about black people, about Jews, about Native Americans, about Nazis, etc., etc., etc. Fine, even pinko lefties who own “pussy hats” can agree we’re a little touchy these days. But Brooks is no retrograde rightie, then or now. And you don’t have to look too closely at his rapid-fire Western parody to realize the jokes aren’t on black people, on Jews, on Native Americans, etc., etc. They’re on stupid, backwards white people who feel weirded out by people who aren’t them. And they’re on Nazis, too, of course.