The Muppets

A rag-tag bunch of fluff-headed goons, bouncing and flailing as if their limbs are being manipulated with rods, yelping confused babble at each other through flapping mouths…but that’s enough about <insert your football team of choice> this current campaign. (Unless of course, you’re a Watford fan who can neither read, think nor have any concept of anything bar their own faeces.)

Much as it is now Alex McLeish’s Villa, it is now Disney’s The Muppets: the all-conquering, worst example of child exploitation ever now taking over from the Jim Henson label, the great Villa manager of the late 1970s. So, does this new branding disappoint? Well, the jokes are terrible and the songs worse…so business as usual for the Muppets then.  Having said that, while the songs were generally the boring parts of the previous films, they’re a little bit too frequent and bad here.

Having co-written the script, Jason Segal hogs far too much screen time, turning it into a vehicle to discuss the size of his own anal sphincter. In terms of cameos, some are good, though many are just thrown in for mere seconds of screen time, though honourable mentions must go to Whoopi Goldberg and Tony Blair as Kermit the Frog.  

But generally, while okay, this just isn’t as good as the previous Muppet films, falling way short of The Muppet Christmas Carol: The greatest story ever told.