a reply to: intrepid
OH I disagree. Flying Circus was the only program on my must watch list.
Naturally I loved Grail and Brian was such a stone commentary on religious devotion.
But MOL beat them both as satire on modern civilization.
From the beginning scene with the de-personalization of childbirth at the hands of a male dominant society with it's cold and mechanical machines was
on point. Pinggggg.
But then, when in the second scene and the switch to the ''third world'' (Liverpool for crying out loud) and Jones giving birth by dropping the new
born baby to the floor from between his legs while doing the dishes. And then having one of the six year olds pick it up. Oh my, I thought I would
never laugh so hard again. But then the whole Catholic family in the hundreds just because they could not use a rubber and would have to sell off most
of the children to pay the bills was excruciating in it's satire. Top that off with the completely over the top "Every Sperm is Sacred'' song and
dance revue starting with just the family and then expanding to include the whole town with dancing bears and balloons or whatever. What a punch to
the Catholic traditions based on just a few words in a book held as divine by people a thousand years ago.
That was satire, in your face and painful.
The Crimson Permanent Assurance satirizes the soul crushing tedium of modern office workers under the lash of greedy slave masters, only to revolt and
fill out their fantasies of striking out on their own in a world hell bent on keeping people down.
Man, I could go on and on about that move but I won't
OH wait. The cruise ship bit with the brain dead tourists going to dinner and being offered choices of philosophical topics for discussion. What an
absolute scream. Schopenhauer, his name starts with an S.
Maria the cleaning woman, cleaning up after the satirized Mr. Creosote who epitomized gluttony and western excesses being asked what her philosophy on
life might be.
I used to work in the Académie Française / but it didn't do me any good at all. / And I once worked in the library in the Prado in Madrid / But it
didn't teach me nothing I recall. / And the Library of Congress you would have thought would hold some key / but it didn't and neither did the Bodlean
Library. / In The British Museum I hoped to find some clue / I worked there from nine till six / Read every volume through / But it didn't teach me
nothing about life's mystery. / I just kept getting older, it got more difficult to see. / Till eventually me eyes went and me arthritis got bad. / So
now I'm cleaning up in here but I can't be really sad. / Cause you see I feel that life's a game. / You sometimes win or lose. / And though I may be
down right now at least I don't work for Jews.
Talk about politically incorrect then Cleese jumps in and makes disclaimers, oh man what a hoot.