In my limited pool of knowledge, I have found that there are two types of people in the world – those who love Monty Python, and those who don’t. That may be a very broad assumption, and one that has been purely based on my personal experience and nothing else. The people I have encountered have very distinct opinions on the subject and sway very heavily to one side when it comes to the British comedy. You may be perched on the fence, or have no opinion at all, but this post is based on the myriad of people who have shared their strong opinion with me.
It is not a subject I bring up haphazardly in conversation, but there comes the inevitable moment when I unwittingly kick a reference to Monty Python into a conversation. It either completely misses the uprights and lands uselessly in a blank faced crowd, or it sails right down the middle, scores and the crowd jumps to its feet. It can be the most innocent of comments but Monty Python fans recognize it immediately and a look of happiness glazes their face when they identify with one of their own. In mere seconds, they have responded with another piece of Python repartee and an entirely new conversation spins in a warped direction.
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I wasn’t introduced to the genius of Monty Python until much later in my life, but I certainly made up for lost time by watching those comedic geniuses incessantly. Python fans seem to have an undefinable bond. Without even beginning a conversation, I have had friends walk past me in public places doing their best impression of the Minister of Silly Walks and I can’t contain my laughter. When I lived in Halifax, we would have Monty Python nights and the group of friends who were as fixated as we were would gather around our television set. We were all able to quote 90% of the lines in each movie (sad, but true) and we even used small wooden salad bowls to emulate the coconut horse hooves in the Holy Grail. Obsessed? Perhaps. But those are some of my fondest memories.
There are nights when I am feeling less than my usual exuberant self and Monty Python seems to be the only thing that can bring me out of my funk. The Meaning of Life finds its way into my DVD player, the machine that goes “PING” pings and all is right in my world once again.
Time to weigh in friends – what is your quest? What is your favorite color? Which side of Python are you on?