In the grand tapestry of national myths, some threads are woven from sheer absurdity. In the year nine hundred and thirty-two, we meet King Arthur, portrayed with a weary dignity by Graham Chapman. He is joined by a less-than-chivalrous retinue: the needlessly violent Sir Lancelot, the perpetually terrified Sir Robin, and the bafflingly illogical Sir Bedevere. Their noble quest for the Holy Gra...
