The word “shrubbery” is dead. I’m not sure how often it was used before 1975, when the British comedy troupe Monty Python released Monty Python and the Holy Grail, but hence, a not insignificant number of people couldn’t say it without the urge to raise their voice a pitch. There are people who can’t see a coconut without yammering on about swallows. Who can’t be injured without hollering, “It’s just a flesh wound.” Who, out of nowhere, will yell “ni!” As adults, they’re insufferable, but as kids…well, I was one of many.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which is now streaming on Netflix, remains a funny film by a group of English comedians that’s become shorthand for a postwar, absurd, self-deprecating kind of humor.
Asking around, it seems that Monty Python and the Holy Grail is not dead yet.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail was meme-worthy before that was even a word. I saw it when it first came out and I’ll still quote its silliness on a weekly basis.