This portmanteau horror/comedy outing from the Pythons marked their return to the loosely-linked sketch format they had abandoned in their movies since the quickly knocked-off And Now For Something Completely Different (1971). It divided fans between those who felt it was a poor effort (most) and those who appreciated the return of the pointless anarchy of the 1970s series.
The film concludes on possibly the most outrageous note that Python had struck since the sketch about the undertaker who vomits his clients into their graves; and once again Terry Jones was behind it. 'Mr. Creosote' is the foul-mouthed, gargantuan glutton that waddles into an exclusive French restaurant and orders everything on the menu, pausing between courses only to clear his palette by vomiting into buckets and on the waiters and other patrons. To bring his reign of terror to an end, unctuous head waiter John Cleese tempts Creosote with 'just one waff-er thin slice' more, and retreats to a safe distance as the bilious gastronaut explodes himself all over the restaurant walls, leaving his ribcage and internal organs exposed, and the remaining customers vomiting in a ghastly chain-reaction that spread to the cinema I first watched it in. Utterly repulsive.
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