We’ve gone far too long without anyone playing the music, and don’t even get us started on what’s happened to the lights. Thank goodness then that The Muppets are finally where they belong – back on the big screen and firmly in our hearts. The story might not be the most ambitious one around and the great Frank Oz’s absence can’t help but be felt, but when you’ve got Fozzie Bear in fart-shoes, Dave Grohl on the drums and our ol’ pal Kermit at the centre of it all, it’s difficult to imagine more wholesome family fare.
We all love a good puppeteering. From blossoming love between Kermit and Miss Piggy to the Alpine goat dance in The Sound of Music, puppets are great. But take away the romance and the joyful singing and replace it with murder and mystery and you’ve got yourself the dark creation of the Jim Henson Company, Happytime Murders. Who could be happy murdering puppets? It’s sick.
As much as we love to moan about the ‘too good to be true’ on-screen relationship, there exists something far worse; the utterly baffling on-screen relationship. From girls having sex with Death in Meet Joe Black to questionable sexual age politics in Big, we feel it’s time for these dodgy love affairs to be exposed for what they are; bloody weird.