Monty Python's The Meaning of Life |
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Monty Python's The Meaning of Life - 1983 | 107 mins | Comedy | ColourThe Production TeamDirector: Terry
Gilliam and Terry Jones. Producer: John Goldstone. Script: Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Terry Jones and Michael Palin. Cinematography: Peter Hannan and Roger Pratt. Special Effects: Richard Conway, George Gibbs, Ray Hanson, Bob Hollow and David Watson. Editing: Julián Doyle. Production Design: Harry Lange. Art Direction: Richard Dawking. Costume Design: James Acheson. Make-up Department: Elaine Carew, Sallie Evans, Mary Hillman, Mike Jones, Pamela Rayson, Hilary Steinberg, Maureen Stephenson, Christopher Tucker and Maggie Weston. Sound Department: Paul Carr, Rodney Glenn, Debbie Kaplan, Garth Marshall and Brian Paxton. Original Music: Graham Chapman, John Cleese, John Du Prez, Eric Idle, Terry Jones and Michael Palin. |
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The CastGraham Chapman - Various John Cleese - Various Eric Idle - Various Terry Gilliam - Various Terry Jones - Various Michael Palin - Various |
Plot SynopsisMonty Python's The Meaning of Life is a major comic expression from a seasoned team of great performers, allowed the money and freedom to do exactly what they wanted. Indeed, it was just like the old BBC days, with the added bonus of the Hollywood machine behind them and the lapsed attitude to swearing and violence letting the team go fully for it. With the Python's obsession with fish taken to new heights within the group, the six lads first appear in scaly form exchanging bits of idle small talk before the cold reality of mortality hits them and it's a real ponder on what life's really all about. Cue a stunning cut to black, the landmark Eric Idle title ditty and the most awe-inspiring set of opening credits ever to emerge from the fertile imagination of Terry Gilliam. The film is split into seven chapters documenting the meaning of life and begins, naturally enough, with Part 1 - The Miracle of Birth - an unforgettable return to medical matters for Cleese and Chapman, highlighting the absurd waste of NHS funds and dedicated obsession with expensive equipment above human values. The theme of birth is extended with the look at the Third World... Yorkshire - one of the most celebrated sequences in the film. Episode 2 is growth and learning, Cleese’s sex education class, complete with juvenile Palin, Jones, Chapman and Idle in attendance, initially sitting quietly reading and reacting to Palin's look-out with a burst of paper-throwing and riotous action upon their master's appearance. A very forthright sexual lecture continues with these unkeen pupils looking around, tittering with nervous energy. Part 3 - Fighting each other. It's the old, old story of cool, dedicated officer class (Jones) protecting his squad of British Tommies (the other five Pythons), with the cold reality of war being nothing compared to his men's devotion to the strong leadership and camaraderie in evidence. The centre of our journey is into middle age. The concept of a restaurant
actually promoting the conversation of your choice is in the same
league as the argument sketch, with this manic Mediaeval-style Hawaiian
eating place perfectly suited to some ill informed and uninterested
small talk on philosophers and the meaning of life (cue interest from
the fish tank!). There follows the earth-shattering stomach-churning,
flesh-creeping appearance in the restaurant of a certain Mr. Creosote.
Throwing up all over the place, stuffing himself with the entire menu
- twice - abusing a silky John Cleese waiter (taking off from John
Lennon's surreal spaghetti shovelling sequence in Magical Mystery
Tour) and finally, being tempted by the dreaded wafer thin mint, exploding
into a mass of half-digested muck, rancid vomit and burst rib cage.
Headfirst into part seven and the end of the line with the big Death
scene. But first, Chapman's nutter Arthur Jarrot, sentenced to death
for telling sexist jokes on television, chooses his own unique method
of destruction, being chased over a familiar looking cliff by topless
beauties in garishly coloured crash helmets and matching undies. |
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