Monty Python’s Life of Brian (1979)
The beautiful and terrifying thing about the human race is the ability of its constituents—when provided with the same right or wrong data—to develop wildly varying interpretations of the information. This phenomenon seems to result in two products: Art and War. Generally, I think the former happens when an individual perception of reality—despite its uniqueness—captures something universal when presented to the world. The latter seems to be a result of the individual trying to inflict their interpretation—typically an erroneous interpretation full of projection and superimposition—on everyone else…probably to avoid the embarrassment of being laughed at for decades of thinking the woman who wanted to put Toto down was called Elvira Gulch rather than accepting she’s Almira and blaming the true villains of this sordid history: the damnable Oak Ridge Boys.
This is, of course, all preamble to Monty Python’s Life of Brian (1979), a superlative study of the phenomenon mentioned above, no matter how many sandals your faith requires you to wear…
