My
parents are responsible for getting me hooked on Monty Python. I remember seeing
the dead parrot sketch, the lumberjack song, the Spanish Inquisition, and so much
more on PBS back in the day. But what hooked me forever was Monty Python and
the Holy Grail. My parents had a copy of the movie on Betamax. I lost track
of the number of times I'd watched the film after about the 40th time.
I even got to see Graham Chapman on a speaking tour in 1987 while I was in
college. I don't recall much from it, but one thing still sticks with me.
He was talking about the making of Holy Grail and confessed when he
realized that he was an alcoholic. They were in the Scottish Highlands. The
weight of playing King Arthur was getting to him. He desperately wanted a
drink to steady his nerves, but there was nothing available. Between the cold,
the dampness, the pressure, and withdrawal symptoms, he was shaking and
feverish in his chain mail and wool. He was completely miserable. The
auditorium had grown completely silent as Chapman revealed that he was not an
invulnerable comedic hero but a human being with all the frailties of mortality.
In October of 1989 he died of cancer.
This book is an account of the group's lives growing up, their days at university,
their early pre-Python work, the coalescence of what would become Monty Python,
the TV show, the movies, and the inevitable end. Each of the Pythons provided
the information in interview format with Chapman's parts taken from previous
memoirs and from his brother and his partner. So you would get each of their
recollections about events, what they were doing and thinking.
It's clear to me now that postwar English schools were horrid places. Roger
Waters, Bruce Dickinson, and the members of Monty Python have all provided
details about how miserable these places were. It's almost as if the adults
were punishing the children for not having a dour disposition brought on by
the travails of the war.
It was really interesting to see how the Python troupe came together, and
I'm curious to know how well the pre-Python work holds up. Of course, with
the BBC in the habit of recycling all of its tapes back then, I don't know
if any of it still exists.
There was a certain joie de vivre that the group back in the days of
the TV show, and it was a delight to read about it. But you could see it
start to slip away. Certain members didn't want to do the TV show anymore,
so others suggested a movie. And for a while they were happy again. Holy
Grail was a success and then Life of Brian. They would separate
to work on their personal projects, but they would always come back. But
they got the work process wrong with The Meaning of Life. Lessons of
creation were forgotten. The joy was gone.
When Chapman died, the unraveling of the knot that kept them together quickened.
They tried to reunite, but there was always someone to veto a project, whether
it be TV, movie, or tour. While they still professed their love for one
another, it was clear to me by this book's publication in 2003 that Monty
Python had ceased to be as a creative entity.
While there was an abundance of detailed material for their early years, it
seemed like when the joy was gone, so too went many of the details. All of
these non-Python side projects they were involved in left huge gaps between
events in the Python history. The interview format kind of broke down with
grudges and hurt feelings creeping in. Subjective accounts obscured objective
reality, forcing the reader to deduce what actually happened.
I'm glad that I read it, but now it's more of a reference book than something
to revisit for nostalgia's sake, which I guess is why I read it in the first place.
4 stars
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