Monty Python Live at the
Hollywood Bowl
From bare-arsed singing waiters to the wilds of British Columbia
(society is to blame and duly arrested), all but literally an academic
lecture-demonstration on slapstick en
route (“we’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart”),
Hollywood in a nutshell as it were, from which there arises quite evocatively
somehow the great gilded shade of your own your very own the one the only Ernie
Kovacs to bless the proceedings, distilled from life.
Archimedes hits
upon a plan of action in the Olympic match vs. Deutschland, after a sodding bit of l’entre-deux-guerres... soixante-neuf to self-wrestling
to Pope Julius II on art, “I know what I like.”
Albatross at
intermission, “have you come to arrange a holiday, or would you like a
blowjob?”
“How
sweet,” chord chord
chord, “to be an idiot...”