After a neurotic accountant tells a failing Broadway producer he can scam investors with a flop. He searches for the worst script and worst director to stage a play with the hopes it closes on its opening week, only to discover a hit. The Producers
When a milquetoast accountant explains to a washed-up Jewish producer how to make a fortune by producing a flop, the two partner up to produce a Broadway show guaranteed to bomb, a romantic musical about Hitler. (36 words)
It seems to me that the juicy bait on the hook of the story — how to win big at the bank by losing big at the box-office — is that that a romantic musical about Hitler is not being produced by an anti-Semite but by a Jew. (And now I can’t get the lyrics for “Springtime for Hitler” out of my head.) So I don’t think the logline needs to have the plot twist, that the guaranteed flop becomes a smash hit and now they’re facing financial ruin and jail.