"Monty Python and the Meaning of Life" is irreverent, outrageous, silly, stupid and often in really bad taste. In short, just what fans look for in their Pythons.
OK, let's get the nasty stuff out of the way first. There's one scene where the world's fattest man explodes, food and body parts dousing everybody. In another pretty skit, the live-organ police remove a guy's liver, him screaming and blood spouting like a fountain. There are several other comedy infractions, but these are the felonies.
Besides these routines, this 1983 movie (screening Friday night at the Muckenthaler Cultural Center as part of its Monty Python Film Festival) offers a twit's-eye view of the big worries that face us on our mortal path. Monty Python, of course, has all the answers to what devils us, including why we're here and what we can expect when we die.
The boys (Michael Palin, Graham Chapman, Terry Jones, Eric Idle, John Cleese and Terry Gilliam) think heaven amounts to a splashy-tacky restaurant where a smarmy lounge singer croons and foxy, bare-breasted angels dance around in pseudo-Santa suits. The theme song is "It's Christmas in Heaven" and everyone "looks smart and wears a tie."