Showing posts with label Monty Python. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monty Python. Show all posts

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Terry Gilliam's Pythonesque animated holiday card, 1968



In this short animation for the pre-Monty Python TV series Do Not Adjust Your Set, Terry Gilliam cut up treacly Christmas cards and transformed them into deranged scenes of yuletide chaos. Here's Terry's method for creating these animations, in case you were wondering.

(Via io9.)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

With pie-throwing momentarily the news of the world....

Apparently it's all the rage today, so The New Yorker offers a cinematic and cultural history of the confectionery missile, as does Slate.

In 1939 Hollywood Cavalcade told a highly Hollywoodized story of silent-era cinema and the transition to sound. Mack Sennett was credited as supervisor and Mal St. Clair from the Chaplin stable directed the silent sequences. Chester Conklin, Hank Mann, Ben Turpin, Snub Pollard, and Jimmy Finlayson all make cameo appearances. Nostalgia trumps historical accuracy throughout, but there's nothing new there.

Buster Keaton, who never staged a pie fight in his own films, was trotted out to show Alice Faye how to receive and throw a pie. This is also uncharacteristic as house rules at Hal Roach studios decreed that everybody took pies except the pretty girl.

These outtakes come with no audio, alas, although check out Buster's smile at :39...


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Naturally, the Three Stooges flung the filling a time or three...


Meanwhile, in Blazing Saddles...


Then there's Jack Lemmon (in two roles), Tony Curtis, Natalie Wood, Keenan Wynn, and Peter Falk in The Great Race...


And finally, of course, there's...


Related post: For your consideration — bakers edition

Sunday, March 6, 2011

For your consideration — bakers edition

Mythical Monkey, who knows his stuff, posts an "excerpt from my upcoming essay about early silent film comedy" — specifically, the history (more or less) of the comedy pie-throw. Of special interest is Buster Keaton's exegesis on the topic, excerpted from a 1964 interview. (Video here.) And really, if a time machine were to miraculously come into my possession, one of my destinations would be c. 1913 just so that Mabel Normand could clock me with a pie. Okay, call it kinky, I don't care.

Later movies pointed back to the golden age of pie-fight gags by amping up the confectionery ballistics to epic proportions, chiefly Blazing Saddles and The Great Race. Of course, the definitive statement on the subject is here:



Suddenly I have an urge to pay a visit to our neighborhood pie shop today. (No throwing expected.)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

"It's just a flesh wound"

Following a private screening of Monty Python and the Holy Grail before a member of the British Board of Film Classification prior to its theatrical release in 1975, producer Mark Forstater sent this letter to co-producer Michael White informing him of the changes necessary in order to attain a lower rating.

Oh, to orate this out loud as a performance piece before an audience with a two-drink minimum.