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Gigolo Joe isn’t the silver screen’s first near-human manufactured with a special talent for pleasing the ladies. Back in 1974, Mel Brooks’ young Frankenstein unleashed his creation unto the world: All grunts and soft-shoe grace, this brute of monster proportions was bred with the ability to literally make his women sing. (As far as his own vocal chops—all I have to say is that “Puttin’ on the Ritz” will never sound the same to me again.) Starring Gene Wilder as the ambitious doc, Marty Feldman as his randomly hump-backed assistant, and Teri Garr and Madeline Kahn as the kooky objects of desire, this classic reminds us that when it comes to comedy, sometimes simple is best (“Werewolf?” “There. There wolf!”). Come see the monster with the enormous schwanzstucker when Young Frankenstein screens at dusk, at the District of Columbia Jewish Community Center’s Parking Lot, Q Street between 15th and 16th Streets NW. $4 (suggested donation). (202) 518-9400. (Tricia Olszewski)