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There are a couple of Mel Brooks movies that I kinda like, at least a little bit, but for the most part, I don’t get them. The Twelve Chairs is no different. Frank Langella, Ron Moody, and Dom DeLuise are all running around trying to find a chair that has treasure sewn into its cushion. I didn’t care about the chair or its treasure, and I didn’t care about any of the characters. And there’s no aesthetic merit here to latch onto, either. I chuckled at a few sight gags and DeLuise has a few good moments, but otherwise this movie kinda put me to sleep.