While it's great to finally have the script of Monty Python's complete stage show in a glossy, gorgeously illustrated full-colour format (up till now the only way to sample it was via the highlights album "Live at Drury Lane" or the similarly bits-and-pieces movie "Live at the Hollywood Bowl") the book is still a disappointment when you remember the promise, on the back cover, of its being an "active collaboration" between all the surviving Pythons. It's easy to interpret the words "active collaboration" as meaning "We have reunited to do new material" but once again this is not quite the case.
I believe this is the fifth time the same old TV sketches have appeared in print and the fourth time Python have gotten together to tell the same old stories. To be fair, it's supposed to be a sort of history book, and, admittedly, they've added a few pages of fairly amusing new material (as well as adding Graham Chapman in the form of extracts from his autobiography, which is a nice touch) but, these days, "more" from Python always ends up feeling like less.
John Cleese, Eric Idle, and Michael Palin's reminiscences do succeed so far as warmth and thoughtfulness are concerned but are deliberately unfunny, in what seems like a wasted opportunity. Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones, by contrast, try too hard to be funny and end up seeming distracted and remote, like this is all a terrible nuisance and they'd really rather be, and in fact are, doing something else right now, thank you very much, so push off.
Python's comedy, in this, their post-mortem, let's-celebrate-every-five-years-with-new-nostalgic-merchandise-phase, has become irritatingly self-referential rather than, well, creative. Even Idle's editing, so scrupulous in the 1970s, is relatively sloppy here, with typos and uninspired transitions. I even detected some very-slightly revised material from the Pythons' records and even the records' funny liner notes, for heaven's sake.
The kick of the original Monty Python's Flying Circus TV show was its comedic transitions; e.g.: the live-action concept of flapping, flying sheep leading to animations of aeronautic sheep. In the 1970s the Monty Python books and records were gorgeously and imaginatively produced and designed, continuing that surreal steam-of-consciousness that distinguished the TV shows, and as a result were rich in content, truly hilarious, delightful, creative, provocative, and immensely rewarding to fans, and were read and re-read and played and re-played (in those pre-home video days!!) with enormous amusement, enthusiasm, and affection. That was then.
Now that Python or their handlers have decided that every single little item they produced is a distinct, individual gem, the material has been re-packaged and re-packaged ad nauseum with nary a thought to that old bizarre cohesiveness (for lack of a better or smoother phrase) that really distinguished Python (Count me as a fan who didn't like Spamalot).
Like a lot of you baby boomers, Monty Python were a deep, much-loved influence on my life (To this day, as I go about my business, at least two Python quotes will spring up, quite unbidden, in my mind: Streuth!) But you have to wonder: if Python can't be bothered any more with half-hearted efforts like "Monty Python Live!", should we?
I like my copy and intend to keep it but that's only because I sold all my previous Python collection at the same time I sold my previous house. This book is all very glossy but slightly too-familiar. Caveat emptor.
To paraphrase Graham Chapman's Colonel, it may finally be time to stop Monty Python...for being too silly.