So last night Cynra & I took in John Cleese's Last Chance to See Me Before I Die tour.
It was not bad. He started off with a confession that the purpose of the tour was to pay his most recent bout of alimony.
The show consisted of anecdote, followed by video clip, repeat. He told about his parents' life, his life starting from his youth, up to Python, then some Fawlty Towers, a little Wanda and the scene. I guess it might have been a but much to hope for a bit on Bond, but he was probably tired.
We had nice chairs. The seats were angled such that I could see the TelePrompTer at the back of the room.
It was actually a less enjoyable experience than the Carlin show I went to before his death.
Carlin was reading his material off of sheets of paper, but at least he was doing new material.
The Cleese show felt like I was watching an intimate and interactive show (which is never either) only the anecdotes are broken by recordings instead of performances.
He told one anecdote about performing the Parrot sketch in front of an audience that knew the words. When his partner (Palin or Idle?) threw him, he asked the audience if they knew his next line, and they all did.
He said... Something about how the audience paid to watch a show they'd already memorized. It felt like he was telling all of us in the audience to go fuck ourselves.
Not quite what I'd call enjoyable.
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