I had heard this was the funniest movie of all time. I found it impossible, however, to approve of a film that implies that the weight of the African swallow is not well-known. King Arthur, being an all-round Kingly sort of fellow, would never have been so wantonly ignorant of ornithology, and to imply this was so is a gross insult. I also found it grossly offensive to limbless knights, grenade-throwing monks, and other minorities. I was watching with a three-headed ogre friend, and she literally burst into tears at the stereotyped protrayal of her race. (Three heads, that was a lot of tears to clean up.) Only utter lunatics would find this movie funny. That includes everybody I've ever known, by the way, except for a grumpy Scoutmaster and my dour auntie Prue.