Spam-a-Licious

Ah, what a splendid day for a splendid journey through the land of Monty Python. It's a bright, cartoonie place, full of the French spitting taunts and English knights learning all about their sexuality.
Spamalot, a musical "lovingly" ripped off from the motion picture "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," a beautiful picture that features limb slicing kings, dirt mining peasantry, and much, much more. Now, don't expect the musical to be exactly as the movie is, because you will be disappointed. I kept waiting for the nuns/nurses of the Castle Anthrax to dance up and offer Sir Galahad hours of pleasure. Ooh, yes, oral pleasure! Sadly, no. Instead, one should expect some old (yet very loved) jokes, along with many new ones.
My favorites, you ask? Well, of course, you can't deny the French knights that pop up periodically to gross you with their taunts, their very Frenchness. Let's just say there's something to do with flatulence, male bits, and many raspberries spit along the castle brick. Think of a typewriter, only with spitting.
I must also mention the set they danced on. There are some things I'm still trying to figure out how they got to work, such as the Black Knight. How did they so artistically chop both arms and legs from his body? I'd like to say magic, but I'm sure there's something far more rudimentary to it, like mirrors and smoke.
There are some favorite bits from "Holy Grail" they did keep, such as the killer rabbit, the totally cowardly Sir Robin, and flying cows. I throughly enjoyed myself, and if I had a ratings system, I would give it a four-and-a-half Trojan Rabbits out of five. If they would have kept mimes out of it, I'm sure it would have got really close to a five.