Day 11: Go to the Movies
A couple shows I remember from my early childhood: The Dukes of Hazzard, Hee Haw, and The Muppets.
At Christmas time, the only acceptable album was John Denver and the Muppets. To this day, I cannot hear 12 Days of Christmas without hearing all the muppets’ voices, or that little “ba dum bum bum” after Day Five… or hear We Wish You a Merry Christmas without remembering Miss Piggy having her funny little exchange about figgy pudding (“PIGGY PUDDING??!!” “No,no. Figgy pudding. It’s made with figs.” “Oh.”) Good times. I remember Muppets books, Muppets songs, and Muppets View Master cartridges.
Yes, the Muppets made for fine happy memories indeed. So when we were choosing a movie to watch as a family yesterday (which is a big deal for us, because we only go a couple times a year), while I was all calm and cool saying, “I’ve heard people are liking The Muppets,” what I was really saying inside was “Please oh please take me to see The Muppets!!”
We did end up choosing The Muppets, though husband was less than enthused, and Spencer (14) asked if he could stay home. But after we were there, after we got our requisite popcorn, Junior Mints, Hot Tamales, and $1 soda refills in our 2011 loyalty cups, we all thoroughly enjoyed the movie. There was a little bit of eye-rolling from someone who shall remain nameless (Mike) when Jason Segel broke into his first song and dance number, but he was laughing with the best of us by the end. Even Spencer was head-bobbing away, despite himself. I could not. stop. smiling. this entire movie. Silly, heartwarming, nostalgic, and definitely not afraid of poking fun at itself. It made me giddy.
So there you go. If you need a movie for your kids – or yourself – especially if you have fond memories of Kermit and Mis Piggy… and you remember Animal and the “me me” guy… and Fozzi… and “ma num a num”… and if you get excited when you hear, “The most sensational, inspirational, celebrational…” or if you’ve always wondered why are there so many songs about rainbows.
Go see it.
