Well, first it was silly; then it got more silly...

Rating: 10/10 (22 February 2006)

"It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of all Britons, defeater of the Saxons, sovereign of all England!"
Then it got very silly indeed.
It's been said that in order to look stupid (On film, on TV, in print? I forget which...), one must be very intelligent. If that is the case, then these 6 (5 now actually and regretfully) are right Nobel Laureates.
Sure, it's been (in the words of Roger Waters) years and years and years; but this is one screenplay that hasn't aged a bit. Well, how could it? I mean, it's set in the bloody 10th century. Classic? Not half! Who could forget the Black Knight? The Castle Anthrax? The Knights who until very recently said "Ni"? I'm sure all reading this have read about the internal squabbles and pains the Pythons went through producing this epic.
But, so what? Graham was a drunk and a fairy. Eric was a pissing moaner. John had a head bigger than Bournemouth.
So? Collaboration of these seeming sad-sacks produced the strangest, funniest and most ribald send up of Le morte d'Arthur since Cadswallingworth (1866) (Mrs.). They put 10 in the orange ring with this one. Anyone who begs to differ probably has a mother who is a cow.