The mythical city of Camelot bears a striking resemblence to Las Vegas’ Excalibur hotel. The legendary Lady of the Lake is accompanied by a team of cheering “Laker Girls.” When our heroes get to France, they’re greeted by everyone from a mime to Les Miz’s Eponine.

These are just a handful of the gags scattered throughout the appealing Spamalot!, now playing to eager crowds at the National Theatre.

Full disclosure: This reviewer is not a Monty Python fan. Though I’ve seen Holy Grail and such, I’m much more likely to roll my eyes than to chime in if a friend breaks out into their own rendition of “The Lumberjack Song”. But Spamalot! is much more than just an orgy for Python-lovers; it’s a send-up of Broadway musical clichés that will have even the most casual of theatergoers laughing.