TREAT OF THE WEEK - No. 4
Here is a treat for you this week.
I commented last week that it would seem impossible to top the Beatles' treat of the week from two weeks ago, but felt last week that Bob Dylan might meet a few expectations.
I have since spent many agonising hours (approx. 12.78 seconds) trying to think of something worthy for this week, so much so that by the time I reached a decision ...
To maximise the picture, click on the square box in the bottom right-hand corner of the small picture (next to the video controls). SIXTY MINUTES (Treat of the Week)
If you enjoyed that:
you would never expect this
I never wanted to be a barber anyway
you would never expect this either
how to conduct a job interview
life is full of shit ANOTHER TREAT NEXT WEEK ! (shorter this time)
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My dear fiend... You've given me a bunch to think about.
The ugly disgusting little one who catches cannonballs.
To appease the intellectuals.
Lady of Spain
Yes, We Have No Bananas
Witch Doctor
Where the banana in question went. Bananana-nana-nana. Honeydew. Aren't you glad I didn't say "banana sketch"? Speak up!
Don't tell me that his dear fiend isn't making fun of the cloth-eared maraca player.
Arthur Ewing and His Musical Mice from their second episode, "Sex and Violence"... which was also the name of their pilot.
A question of belief from the second show ever... the wrestling match from the pilot "Sex & Violence.
Colin "Bomber" Harris vs. the San Francisco Earthquake [from the pilot.]
Catch you on the slip slide.
Brilliant. I found hundreds of MP sketches, but only chose a few of my favourites. I could easily post a second selection of favourites.
The job interview is awesome. (With fiends like these, who needs enemas.)
Yes. Beautiful bit, that.
I don't envy you trying to pare down a list of Python sketches. YouTube is a blessing... and a curse. Seeing (and reliving) all of those great sketches is wonderful... but presenting them in isolated four minute chunks robs them of their absurdist context. Perhaps all of YouTube (and the Internets) can be considered an absurdist context.
Watching Graham Chapman reminds me of a very poignant connection that John Cleese and Frank Oz share...
Their writing/performing partners both died far before their time. The Cleese/Chapman and Henson/Oz teams both worked together hand in glove (so to speak) in seamless perfection. Each partnership existed within the context of a larger group of writers/performers. Now both Cleese and Oz are left to soldier on alone while Python and Muppet fans yearn for a reunion that cannot come. This they both know better and deeper than anyone else.
You were the first to write "shit." Let me be the first to say "fuck."