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After weeks of hype and yet more hype, "Monty Python's Spamalot"
proves to be partially worthy of the buildup. In some respects, the show
is far better than it has any right to be; just as often, it's a
strained effort that leaves little, if any, impression. Eric Idle's
stage adaptation--like the original 1975 movie, "Monty Python and the
Holy Grail"--tumbles forth in a pileup of sketches that never quiet
coalesce into something more. Maybe that's okay. Maybe not. What you get
is a big honking Broadway spectacle that tries very hard to convince you
it's perfectly right-and-good to pay steep prices for what is basically
a super-elaborate Second City revue. At the core of the story's rough
outline are Britain's King Arthur (Tim Curry, a steadying, mirthful
presence), his Knights of the Round Table (Hank Azaria as Sir Lancelot;
David Hyde Pierce as Sir Robin; a very funny Christopher Sieber as a
preening Sir Galahad in a Michael Bolton wig) and their search for the
grail. Many of the film's bits are dutifully recreated, presumably
because it might seem conspicuous if, say, King Arthur's battle with the
Black Knight were missing. (For the record, that scene here feels
expendable.) The "Forbidden Broadway"-style gags are also a worn-out
and frankly stupid addition. "Spamalot" blooms into something
genuinely entertaining when it abandons all that nonsense and pushes the
Pythonisms to their furthest possible conclusion. That dead cow the
taunting French hurl over the battlements? She gets her own song, aptly
titled "The Cow Song," in which all manner of French clichés are
mercilessly skewered with an Edith Piaf vibrato. The Lady of the Lake (a
mama of a performance from big-voiced Sara Ramirez, with her
transgendered, Alexandra Billings quality) is realized in
flesh-and-blood with her own Vegas-on-steroids lounge act. What's
missing from the show is a sense of slightly out-of-control
precariousness. Mike Nichols' slick direction goes down easy, like
candy--and ultimately feels just as disposable. Monty Python's Spamalot is playing at the Shubert, 22 W. Monroe,
(312)902-1400, in a sold-out pre-Broadway run through January 23.
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