One of the best lines ever in the “Summarize
Proust Competition” sketch, one of my all-time favourites:
Mee: “Harry Bagot, you're from Luton?”
Harry: “Yes, Arthur, yeah.”
Mee: “Now Harry what made you first want to try
and start summarizing Proust?”
Harry: “Well, I first entered a seaside
Summarizing Proust Competition when I was on holiday in Bournemouth, and my
doctor encouraged me with it.”
Mee: “And Harry, what are your hobbies outside
summarizing?”
Harry: “Well, strangling animals, golf and
masturbating.”
Mee: “Well, thank you Harry Bagot!”
Harry walks off-stage. Music and applause.
Voice Over: “Well there he goes. Harry Bagot.
He must have let himself down a bit on the hobbies, golf's not very popular
around here...”
In the 80's Portuguese TV had only two
channels, and on weekdays non-children programs began only at 7pm. The public
broadcaster did news, sports, etc., the other eighty percent of the slots was
filled by broadcasting organization representing protestants, Catholics,
conservatives, liberals, social democrats and so on, all preaching to their own
parishes.
For a young progressive minded schoolboy that
was a recipe for total boredom in the evenings, there was however RTP2 that did offer three, four hours a week of
progressive, creative, avant-garde, even risky programming. They brought Monty
Python to Portugal and I was immediately hooked, it was such a difference from
the smug, conformist type of comedy that ruled over here. My problem was
however that the one TV set in the house was monopolized by my sister and my
grandmother, plus my grandmother strongly disapproved of me watching
'subversive' material. I had to sneak after 23 pm or midnight to watch the programme after
everybody else had gone to bed. The schedulers were putting the programme on
later and later until one episode was transmitted after midnight. I was 15 at
the time and still at school so this was well after my bed time. I had to turn
the sound down and sit as close to the TV as possible so as not to wake my
grandmother and sister. The next day at school I was only able to discuss the
episode with an increasingly smaller number of fellow fans who were either
doing the same or who had more lenient parents. It's no wonder the viewing
figures were so low. The potential audience was getting smaller and smaller as
the broadcast time got later and later plus they weren't talking to the people
who were actually watching the show.
I have it all on my hard disc now, it was never
easier, but it was never better to watch that unique British comedy than as
that 14-year old schoolboy knowing parents and teachers would be disgusted and
more than ready to end the practice. Monty Python also introduced me to the
English mindset more than anything else and it has prepared me more than
anything else for the absurdities we are now the witnesses of. I also learned
more about philosophy (e.g., “Germany vs Greece - Philosophers Football Match”:
Hegel is arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct of
non-naturalistic ethics, Kant via the categorical imperative is holding that
ontologically it exists only in the imagination, and Marx is claiming it was
offside…; to this day every time I hear a serious reference to Immanuel Kant I
start to hum to myself 'was a real pissant...'), political theory and English verb
conjugation from Monty Python than I ever learned from school!
The demands of making a sketch series
inevitably means there are going to be duds. Cleese has admitted that a good
deal of the material wasn't great, but I think that would stand for any sketch
comedy series. But the glorious bits are sublime. They were the Mozarts of
comedy. The films were a good deal better. Even the somewhat scattershot “Meaning
Of Life” was glorious. When they had to compress an entire concept down into 90
minutes, and within some sort of plot structure, it greatly benefited their
brand of humour. “Life of Brian” is probably one of the most timeless comedy
films ever made, and for sheer silliness nothing beats the opening credits of “Holy
Grail”; for me, the incredible thing about “Life Of Brian” is that
virtually every one of its lines are endlessly quotable: "Oh, it's the
meek blessed are the meek, it's nice that they're getting something cos they
have a hell of a time", "One more word out of you, and I'll take you
to the fucking cleaners"…
Netflix has all the MP series and I watched
them again. Some great bits of course. Some is half-baked and under-rehearsed.
I much prefer the albums which, to me, are much funnier and sometimes even
weirder than the TV shows. All hail Python anyway, my teenage years would have
been much less exciting without them.
Bottom-line: Bloody university types going
around belittling the rest of us with references to long-winded French
novelists, not to mention making up songs about obscure foreigners with names
like Heidegger and Descartes. I mean, how can you call it comedy when a joke is
predicated on the audiences' knowledge of a painting by Leonardo or of their
grasp of Latin grammar? Thank God for the inclusive
lowest-common-denominatorism of a real comic genius like John Cleese! This book does not do full justice to the Monty Python Series.


