The directors find many clever transitions, longtime Python composer John Du Prez does a bang-up job on music direction, and Ann Closs-Farley's costumes are just as loony as one recalls from decades of Pythoniana. Idle and McNicholl cheerily break the fourth wall, especially in a travel-agency sketch in which an unceasingly complaining customer runs through the audience and interrupts the opening of a "Dead Parrot" sketch. With a sing-along about philosophers who drink excessively and Foster's Lager cans hurled into the crowd, and plenty of local in-jokes peppering this absurdly delicious stew, the show doesn't fly by; it sashays, whirls, and scampers. Idle, who spearheaded "Spamalot," which probably will be playing in Kuala Lumpur and Ouagadougou soon, is to be commended for putting together the 10 dates in Los Angeles and 10 dates in New York's Town Hall. It's a rare opportunity to savor live the celebrated silliness. Nudge, nudge. Know what I mean? Say no more.
Presented by WestBeth Entertainment at the Ricardo Montalbán Theatre, 1615 N. Vine St., Hollywood. Sept. 23–Oct. 4. Wed.–Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 2 p.m. (800) 595-4849. www.tix.com. Also at Town Hall, 123 W. 43rd. St., New York. Oct. 6–10. Tue.–Sat., 8 p.m. (212) 307-4100. www.ticketmaster.com.