THE madcap Monty Python spin-off returns to the big Wearside venue for the second year running – and it is still funnier than the Black Death.
Now in the final six weeks of a ludicrously well-received three-year national tour, this single week at the Empire may be your last chance to see the world’s goofiest musical in its current form.
I reckon it’s actually impossible not to like a show whose principal aim is to raise silliness to an art form.
The only risk Spamalot runs is that it will ruin one of the many memorable scenes laser tattooed into the British consciousness.
But this cast’s uncomplicated enjoyment and knowing grasp of the Python humour will impress.
Steven Pacey is both clown and commander as King Arthur and there’s a noticeable gear shift when Bonnie Langford’s booming lungs add a touch of class to the affray.
My mother isn’t a hamster and I’ve never known anyone who smelt of elderberries but, with the French castle taunt, the dauntless Black Knight and the Knights who say Ni while wearing hat stands on their heads, the sheer daft brilliance remains undimmed.
And when you’re in a concrete multi-storey car park queuing to pay and head home and a chap strolls past you whistling Always Look on the Bright Side of Life, it brings a smile to your lips.