I’ve been watching some Youtube clips of Monty Python and the Holy Grail this morning in order to jog the memory banks for tomorrow’s trip down to The Von Braun Center (that’s pronounced BROWN for the uninitiated) to see the Broadway production of Spamalot.
If you were a geeky nerd like me in the late 1970s, chances are you made several trips to the theater to see that irreverant parody of the Arthurian Legend and that it was probably the first movie that you watched on VHS. Eyegal was more partial to The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but what do you expect from a girl who waved a Bic lighter while riding some dude’s shoulders at a Boston concert?
I was steeped in this stuff and spent many hours memorizing the lines and parroting them back and forth with other nerdy friends of mine. That started a life-long affair with dry, British wit and probably goes a long way in explaining some of my more obvious mental tics.
My parents drew the line at Bo Derek and 10 (they didn’t know about the posters in Spencer’s Gifts), but they tolerated this one, although I think they were a little worried that I would turn into some kind of sacred institution-bashing anarchist. Silly them.
My favorite scene? Oh please, don’t make me pick. Alright, if you absolutely insist.
I’m betting PETA wouldn’t approve of that one if they tried to do it today. Now gew away, or I shall taunt you a secund time-uh!