The Pythons got it all bigger and better, sets and choreography and special effects and prosthetics and extras and early computer animation, and then throw it all into a mean-spirited absurdist mix of splattering blood and projectile vomiting and kicking religions ass and deconstructing every stage of human existence. I cannot decide whether this is my favorite Monty Python of all time or if I'll be able to sleep.
Rather scrappy compendium of scataloigcal jokes. As ever a uneven bag of hit and misses; when it scores high it's a delight but at its lowest merely tired. The larger budget is not a help on the whole.
Not funny, beyond a few bits here and there. As with the Kids in the Hall movie Brain Candy, it feels like you are watching somebody lose their sense of humor in real time. A sad ending to an at times brilliant career. From here on in it was rehashing past glories.
It may not be as subversive as Holy Grail, nor does it have the same strong sense of narrative that made Life of Brian their best ever work together, but in fits and starts The Meaning of Life offers some wonderful meditations and offers a couple of wonderful laughs.
Some stand-out set-pieces afforded by the larger budget really bring some of the inherent madness of Monty Python to life bigger than ever before!
Monty Python push the envelope one last time for what can be done in comedy. At the time this was full of originality, sick jokes, vulgar, fun and satiric jokes. It is also the film with the best musical numbers. The Ingmar Bergman parody where Death visits "our friends" is also the most fitting ending they could have done. The short film at the beginning is also one fantastic epic showing Gilliam at his best.