These days we can all use a healthy dose of laughter, regardless of how absurd and ridiculous what's inducing said laughter may be (hey, funny is funny!). What lifted me out a very disoriented mind from these insane last few weeks and brought on a much need catharsis filled with joy came in the form of “Monty Python’s Spamalot” where your face will 100% ache from gleefully laughing 24/7! I've only been into Monty Python for a little over a year now, but it didn't matter in the slightest for me to still get a kick out of it all; it's a bawdy, bloody, and brilliant good time from beginning to end that is both comedically measured precisely and shined to glossy magnificence by director/choreographer Josh Rhodes. The production quality (sets, costumes, lights, choreo, etc.) is top tier and all, but it's this hilariously gifted cast that comes through in the end: a Tim-Curry-perfect-but-still-original exquisiteness brought to you by James Monroe Iglehart, the diva of the Broadway season that is the side splitting Leslie Rodriguez Kritzer, a smoldering showman with the number that'll steal the whole thing that comes in the form of Michael Urie, a masterclass in comedy given by none other than THE GREAT Taran Killam, an endearing and truly lovable sidekick/horse in Christopher Fitzgerald, an oddly adorable charmer with range beyond the legendary sponge that shines through in Ethan Slater, and, of course, a breakthrough performance along with the best head of hair out of them all in Nik Walker! Love 'em or hate 'em, these artists know how to deliver the musical comedy goods (same to be said for this production as a whole). Go and "Find Your Grail" at the St. James because "Spamalot," through all its absurdness, is the best of medicine to cure your frayed nerves and, in an strange way, gives us the belly laughs that really do bring us closer together.
