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“A Liar’s Autobiography”: The Unconventional Tale of Graham Chapman and Monty Python

“A Liar’s Autobiography” is a unique and offbeat cinematic experience that pays tribute to the life and humor of Graham Chapman, one of the founding members of the iconic comedy troupe Monty Python.

Shut up.
Never mind.
Let's go on to your manifesto.
You said that you would like to state
quite clearly
that sex is nothing more than a way
in which two or more people
can have lots of harmless, cheap fun,
provided that they are clean
and that the aim is not reproduction.
Yes.
Look, Graham, your mother's told me
why she's upset.
Don't worry about it.
If you want to go around talking
about this stuff, it's fine.
She just doesn't understand
these things.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it is now two years later,
and we'll be shortly arriving
at Los Angeles airport.
Would you please extinguish all
cigarettes and fasten your safety belts.
Hmm.
This is the place.
Come on.

That's enough of that.
Let's get back to Mrs Richers
with this haddock.
Right.
Quite a lot happened
over the next few years.
A disastrous sexual experiment
with Rita Blake,
my first love affair with another boy.
Ooh!
Stuffing snails into a gatepost,
the hen-stealing nuns,
Pig-Shit Freeman,
Miss Chamberlain's three consecutive
head girls pregnant,
my questions about ejaculation
to the biology master,
Albert the groundsman, holding hands
with Mark Collins in a maths class,
painting John Wilder black,
Prunose Eskimo Nell,
Monsieur Le Beau Vatten,
and elderly spinsters'
wanking-off birthday cakes.
But such trivia needs no elaboration.
One childhood is much like another.
Amateur psychologists who think it clever
to explain the character of the later man
for a jumble of largely
fictitious memories
can ferret for their filth
in other people's autobiographies.
In the spring
of nineteen sixty-splunge,
John Cleese and Graham Chapman
thought they might like to do
another television program.
In another part of London, Michael Palin,
Terry Jones and Eric Idle,
and an American draft dodger -
and who can blame him?

He blurtsz
Your Majesty, you are like a big jam
doughnut with cream on top.
I beg your pardon?
Er...er...
Erm, it was one of Whistler's.
- I didn't say that.
- You did, James. This must be one
of my major formative experiences.
Eton.
Summer term,
or "wops" as we called it,
seemed to have dragged on endlessly.
The smell of freshly mown grass wafted
over from far-off Hayes meadow,
the village clock chimed in the distance
and somewhere,
miles above our petty earth,
a wisp of cloud took flame from
the dying embers of the setting sun.
They combined to produce
an atmosphere
so redolent of this type of writing.
"Iam victoria tam facilis
scrotum non valet".
We always beat Harrow anyway.
Why bother?
Oh, Chapman, sir, may I clean
your teeth tonight?

We discarded
that about two hours ago.
Oh, fucking hell!
I remember not being particularly
interested in the debate about titles.
Had I given up medicine
for trivia such as this?
- Aren't we able to talk about things?
- Yes.
But do we have to go on about it
in such a high-pitched voice?
John Cleese guffaws like a ban-ister
having made his point.
This winds Terry Jones up
to near violence.
Of course I go on about it.
It's fucking important.
Terry, would you or would you not say
that the rest of us have already
agreed that we don't like it?
Characteristic of his temperament,
T Jones calms down instantly,
having vented his spleen
on inanimate objects.
I still like "owl stretching time."
M Palin.
No, I've gone off that a bit.
I prefer "sex and violence",
But I think Terry's got a point about
"a horse, a bucket and a spoon."
Oh, sorry, Graham.

Oh!
That does sound interesting.
Perhaps I should put that down.
I was three at the time
and my mother wanted to take me
along to see my father.
- Walter.
- Sony, dear. Chapman’s battles with alcoholism and his journey of self-acceptance as a gay man are explored with honesty and sensitivity. Mm.
Aah! Touch me here.
Oh, my God.
Do it to me there!
- Right-0.

We'll start
tomonow, first thing in the morning.
Right. That's fine. Possible.
- Probable, even?
- Well, I, uh...
Let me put it another way.
Are you going to fail?
No.
No?
- How did it go?
- Oh, fine.
Mind you, I've got to pass physics.
Well, you'll do that, won't you?
I think at about this juncture,
it would be wise to point out to those
of you who haven't noticed,
and it's apparent enough,
Jonathan Miller and myself
come from good families
and have had the benefits
of a public school education.
Whereas the other two members
of the cast
have worked their way up
from working-class origins.
And yet Jonathan and I are working
together with them in the cast...
...and treating them as equals.
And I'd like to say it's proving
to be a most enjoyable,
worthwhile and stimulating experience
for both of us.
- Wouldn't you agree, Jonathan?
- Certainly is.

You can't get through to him
when he's got a book in his hand.
- What is it, anyway?
- "Claudius the God" by Robert Graves.
A fine historical reconstruction of the life
of Claudius, the Roman emperor,
thought of in his time as a pitiful fool,
though the reign Mr Graves describes
is far from folly.
Is it?
Anyway, finish your tea.

Chapman was a great performer and writer, but you wouldn't know it from this, which moves his art largely to 3rd place behind alcohol and being gay. With a humorous twist, Graham reveals his unique perspective on his life choices, including a personal survey that hinted at his sexual orientation—70/30, according to his findings.

His narrative unfolds as he recounts moments of heavy drinking, subsequent sobriety, a dash of filmmaking, and a series of intimate encounters (which he candidly admits included quite a few).

Dr Chapman?
Are you all right, Dr Chapman?
Keep your seat belts fastened
and luggage stowed safely.
Turn off your head sets
and electrical equipment
until you see the seat belt sign
turned off.
It's at moments like this
when one thinks,
"Oh, fuck it. The directors make the mistake of trying to be Pythonesque but nearly all the gags fall flat, while the storytelling gets lost and the timeline muddled.

What do you want?
Would you like to come to a party
at my place later?
- I think I'm already at one.
- George said he'd drop by.
- And Harry and Richard will be there.
- Can I bring Mick and Ronnie?
- All right. Instead of a traditional biopic, “A Liar’s Autobiography” employs various animation styles and a collection of audio recordings of Chapman’s own voice to recount his experiences.

Let it be.
Oh, come on, Wilde.
What does that mean?
It means, your Majesty, it means...
Learn your lines.
You had us waiting for hours.
I didn't think anyone noticed.
No, I suppose they didn't.
The end.
Graham Chapman,
co-author of the pan-ot sketch,
is no more.
He has ceased to be.
Bereft of life, he rests in peace.
He's kicked the bucket,
hopped the twig,
bit the dust, snuffed it,
wheezed his last
and gone to meet the great
Head of Light Entertainment in the sky.
And I guess that we're all thinking
how sad it is
that a man of such talent,
of such capability for kindness,
of such unusual intelligence,
should now so suddenly be spirited
away at the age of only 48
before he'd achieved many of the things
of which he was capable
and before he'd had enough fun.
Well, I feel that I should say,
"Nonsense.
"Good riddance to him, the freeloading
bastard.

Whether you’re a die-hard Monty Python fan or simply appreciate boundary-pushing humor, this cinematic journey through Chapman’s life is a must-watch. These aspects of his life add depth and poignancy to the narrative.

Legacy and Impact

“A Liar’s Autobiography” pays homage to Graham Chapman’s enduring legacy as a member of Monty Python.