Growing up as I did in nerdish suburbia, Monty Python — and
specifically, Monty Python and the Holy Grail — was the cornerstone of
our little group’s existence. We used to watch our version of the film
to the point where we even had the commercials (yes, our copy was taped
off TV) memorized and iconized. Fifteen years later, the thought of
bubonic plague still makes me thirst for Sunny Delight. Good day, sunshine!
Turns out us nerds are a big enough demographic group that Broadway saw
fit to market us our own live-musical version of the film, an honor once
bestowed only upon rabid ABBA fans. The review of the musical actually hit #1 on the New York Times’ list of most emailed articles. So much for getting tickets anytime soon…
