and now for Something Completely Different

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cuniculuslaetus:

Spotlight

Circus Maximus

Tim Walker and Christopher Hitchens spotlight the five surviving members of Monty Python’s Flying Circus on the 40th anniversary of the broadcast that changed comedy. Looks like they had a blast.

By Christopher Hitchens

John Cleese, Michael Palin, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, and Terry Jones pipe-dream in London. IFC’s six-part original documentary Monty Python: Almost the Truth (The Lawyer’s Cut) airs this month. Photograph by Tim Walker. Styled by Sarajane Hoare.

The Cleese-family surname was actually Cheese until 1915, when John Cleese’s father joined the wartime British Army and decided to forestall any possibility of ridicule in the ranks. It’s quite thinkable that a tall, thin master of ridicule named John Cheese could have helped found a comedy team called Monty Python’s Flying Circus, but then would we ever have had the “Cheese Shop” sketch or the “Blessed Are the Cheesemakers” scene in Life of Brian? And these are not the only imponderables. Forty years on since their first broadcast, from those dear dead days when the world contained only one hilarious Palin, is it possible to imagine life before the Norwegian Blue parrot was pronounced dead (and not “pining for the fjords”)? Before “The Ministry of Silly Walks” and the “Summarize Proust” competition? Before Mrs. Premise and Mrs. Conclusion paddled to Paris to ask Jean-Paul Sartre to settle their ontological dispute?
There is one American in the crew—that fine son of Minnesota Terry Gilliam—but the essential founding gag of the scheme was the bubbling magma of absurdity that lay beneath the fragile crust of British reserve. At any moment, a man with a bowler hat or an umbrella might become a raging cross-dresser or barking sadist.
Shakespeare always took care to write in at least one sitcom sketch for the plebs, from the porter in Macbeth to the gravedigger’s scene in Hamlet. With Python, the trick was in reverse: egghead allusions to literature and philosophy—the semaphore version of Wuthering Heights; the ballad of the drunken thinkers, from Socrates to Hegel—mixed into a fiesta of manic vulgarity and multiple entendre. A good sign, here, is not knowing when to stop and indeed sometimes not having any idea of how to do so: thus the lavish use of the quenching 16-ton weight, or the admonishing appearance of Graham Chapman to announce that this silliness had gone far enough. (A moment to acknowledge that absent friend: Chapman was lost to us in 1989. He had proudly “come out” long before, when coming out was new, and went on to immortalize both Brian and Biggus Dickus in the single funniest movie ever made.)
There is a thread that picks up from Beyond the Fringe (for the eggheads) and the Goons (for those who like a silly laugh) and stretches from early David Frost revues through to Second City and Saturday Night Live. It’s the Python line, signaled by the deceptively jaunty theme music of John Philip Sousa’s “Liberty Bell” march. Its spin-offs include the popularizing of the word “spam” for electronic junk, and the habit of the late Elvis Presley of calling people “Squire” (nudge nudge, wink wink). It didn’t used to be easy to imagine the Pope quarreling with Michelangelo over the number of figures in a painting (“I’m the bloody Pope, I am. I may not know much about art, but I know what I like”), whereas now it’s impossible not to picture it. Imagine a cartoon version of Susan Sontag’s “Notes on ‘Camp.’” The piercing screech of the falsetto housewife, the hopeless warblings of the transvestite lumberjack, the deep and fluted tones of the sinister interviewer: these have taught us to always look on the dark side of comedy.

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"It’s people like you wot cause unrest."

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blueanteater:

“Caught my finger in the drawer there!”

From Monty Python’s Previous Record.

I just love how Michael Palin screams, “SORRY!!” He’s in top form for this sketch.

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"Of the sparkling table wines, the most famous is, ‘Perth Pink’. This is a bottle with a message in, and the message is: BEWARE. This is not a wine for drinking; this is a wine for laying down and avoiding."

Australian Eric, “Australian Table Wines,” Monty Python’s Previous Record (via blueanteater)

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Happiest of holidays!

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