
Absolutely Anything movie review: absolutely appalling
Subjuvenile and offensive, sentimental and ridiculous. Every attempt at a joke falls flat. Every talent here is wasted. Save yourself.

Subjuvenile and offensive, sentimental and ridiculous. Every attempt at a joke falls flat. Every talent here is wasted. Save yourself.

From Monty Python’s Terry Jones comes an amusing, informative breakdown of just what the hell is wrong with the economy and a few ideas on how to fix it.

Like Monty Python without the comedy, or at least without the intentional comedy. Jeff Bridges’ saving throw against the Phoning It In curse fails!

A hilariously histrionic depiction of 19th-century superstar violinist Niccolò Paganini’s rise to fame, far more Monty Python than Mozart.

Grading on the Ratner Curve, this is a positive triumph. The cheesy clichés are at least passingly entertaining. You could do worse.

Wonderfully weird madcap nonsense: imagine Monty Python staging a Victorian sitcom.

Far from perfect, but its humor is nearly Monty Python-esque, much more deliciously absurd and creatively bizarre than its predecessor.

Scarfolk Council has noted the 50th anniversary with a reminder of the Tom Baker story “The Moons of Madness,” which was shot in Scarfolk.
Or if Monty Python wrote 1984…

It’s a puzzlement. How did Michael Winterbottom make a film this tediously conservative?