There were precisely three times during Mel Brooks' History of the World: Part I when I laughed from humor rather than from nervous embarrassment: a Moses gag in the beginning, the Spanish Inquisition musical number in the middle, and the coming attractions for the (hopefully) fictional History of the World: Part II at the end. The rest of this travesty is physically painful to watch, requiring thick skin to weather all the audience-insulting crudeness and flubbed jokes. It's a festering wasteland of ineptness -- not without rare laughs, but utterly and entirely without sense, style, intelligence, or taste.