Magazine article The Spectator

Flogging a Dead Parrot

Magazine article The Spectator

Flogging a Dead Parrot

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You can't go home again, as the Americans say. It's worth running that adage, taken from Thomas Wolfe's unfinished novel of 1938, past those zealots who snapped up 20,000 tickets for Monty Python's reunion at the O2 Arena in 43 seconds when they went on sale this week. Four more dates were immediately inked in, with more to follow, one feels certain, as Python fever covers the globe. What a horrible prospect.

The Python team are not horrible. Goodness gracious, no. In four BBC series between 1969 and 1974 they were often outstandingly funny, in a way that nobody had been funny before. Many of the old sketches do not work well now, and some were overrated in the first place - yes, I'm thinking in particular of that dead parrot, which is pretty Third Division. But the good stuff - novel writing from Dorchester, Oscar Wilde and friends in Tite Street, the Australian philosophers - still stands out like a shag on a rock.

As Terry Jones, playing the Prince of Wales, told Graham Chapman's Wilde: 'Extremely funny! We'll have to have you up the Palace some time!'

It is precisely because the Pythons were so funny that many of us who used to be word-perfect followers wish they had resisted the urge to return for one last fling, though, as Frank Zappa said: 'When money talks, nobody questions the accent.' As the five remaining members (Chapman died in 1989) have all made millions several times over, that is sad. Any reunion can only be an unconvincing victory lap for a battle that was won four decades ago. The sketch suited them best. Their films, while intermittently funny, did not represent their strong suit, and the end of the overrated Life of Brian, with that infantile song that has somehow gained common currency, was the worst thing they ever did. No wonder Eric Idle was entrusted with the job of singing it. He was only ever quite funny, and since he went to live in California he has ceased to become even that.

Still, we can forgive him for being there when the bang-shoot started in 1969, and what a bang it was. A controlled explosion, more like, as three Cantabrigians and two Oxonians were thrown together to make a series of exploratory late night shows. Chapman and John Cleese had worked on At Last The 1948 Show with Marty Feldman - it's where the Four Yorkshiremen came from.

Jones and Idle had collaborated with Michael Palin on Do Not Adjust Your Set. Terry Gilliam, an American, was brought in to add a layer of visual nonsense, and almost overnight a team had taken shape: a Real Madrid of comedy, with Cleese, the most striking performer, cast as Alfredo di Stefano. …

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