The Python’s wisest big screen foray, a fascinating brew of Kafkaesque existentialism and banana-peel satire. Its blasphemous reputation is undeserved; though religion takes it on the chin, the film’s more trenchant moments—like the mild-mannered bureaucrat in charge of crucifixions—riff on eternal political realites. Inspired bits include the stoning exhibition, Latin lesson, suicide squad, and of course the musical finale, but these only remind us that the Pythons shone brightest in the blitzkrieg lunacy of their sketches.