The Muppet Movie is not as good as my memories of it, but it's still a lot of fun. It was up there in the ranks of most watched films of my childhood. I owned the soundtrack record as well and listened to it often. I think that my girls liked the parts with Animal the best, but they generally liked it all.
I watched The Muppet Movie Monday night with my family as a way of washing clean another disappointing night at Cornell.
Departures starts strong. I started to be charmed by its general likeableness. Here, I thought, was the film I needed to cheer me up.
To my great dismay, the film falls apart after about half an hour and out-hollywoods Hollywood with its sickeningly sweet maudlin sentimentality which is hurled at us in the most manipulative ways. I'd rather puke for an hour.
The Baader-Meinhof Complex struck me as a largely useless hipster presentation. The soundtrack choices are awful. By the time Dylan's Blowing In The Wind is playing over the end credits, I was ready to take some direct political action and either blow up the German studio that made this or blow off my own head for having sat through it. I knew I should have gotten up and left the moment that the words "this is a true story" appeared on the screen. Not even "based on.". Nope. This film IS a true story. What terrible audacity. I wanted to hurl a rotten potato at the screen. Screw you, Complex. Pandora and the Flying Dutchman has more truth in any single frame than you could ever hope to achieve.
Dang it, I ended another night at the Cinema angry. At least there's The Muppet Movie.
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