Review of Monty Python's film The Life of Brian (1979)

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I can remember seeing this film, in those days in pre-digital format, in a cinema in Golders Green, north London, where a loud forced laugh came from a Jew at the scene where Brian Cohen as a newborn was revealed to be next stable to a well-lit nativity scene. Monty Python was a cartoonist, John Cleese, and four or five others, not very distinguishable. Some folk mythology has collected around this film: film in Monastir, in Tunisia; top-up funding from George Harrison; banned from some cinemas; interview on the BBC with two rather ludicrous characters, Muggeridge and Mervyn Stockwood, a flamboyantly dressed 'deviant' Anglican bishop. Looking back, this must have been in-house advertising by the BBC, who certainly would never devote part of a show to anyone sceptical; imagine Arthur Butz in a mock debate!

In about 2019, Cleese spoke about his mother—died aged 101, saw both world wars, Hitler, Stalin, nuclear bombs—and the foundation of Israel, without really noticing any of it. (That list is Cleese's; note the Jew-laden events.) Looks like Cleese is another fvcking Jew. Looking back, it's hard to forgive these clowns; not a single comment on Jews, their entire lives contained by an undertaking never to tell the truth about them. With lifelong funding by Jew-run organisations, relatively speaking swilling in money. If you watch that Muggeridge interview, watch Palin skirting round the issue and even looking irritated. Damn these liars.