We gave it a C+
When the savagely funny troupe of Oxbridge graduates known as Monty Python’s Flying Circus revolutionized British comedy 20 years ago, it looked as if their original brand of hip satire would displace the previous generations’ tired vaudeville routines permanently. Since going their separate ways, however, the ex-Pythons have been assimilated into mainstream filmdom, losing their bite and leaving comedy’s radical fringe to younger, weirder wits. For example, Eric Idle has succumbed to Nuns on the Run, an anemic romp dispiritingly akin to the obsolete comedies the Pythons once pushed aside.
Combining the plot of the recent We’re No Angels (two hapless criminals on the run don ecclesiastical garb and hide out in a religious institution) with Some Like It Hot’s cross-dressed romantic complications, Nuns on the Run adds little more than British accents and an overzealous soundtrack. The appealing Idle, his chunky cohort (Robbie Coltrane), and a fine supporting cast make do with a serviceable script, but writer-director Jonathan Lynn (Clue) displays no imagination, settling at every turn for mild agreeability. Despite its lofty locale, Nuns on the Run is no divine comedy. C+