Under the new reign of Jason Segal, co-writer Nicholas Stroller and director James Bobin the Muppets are back - but are guilessly useless. Fozzy's farting shoes are not funny. Gonzo and Rizzo are seemingly non-existent. And our lovable Kermit the frog was made supporting role to a fuzzy, Muppet newby: Walter.
Now - don't get me wrong there is something charmingly relentless about the felt faced animals, vegetables and indescribables resilience, but the overreaching storyline in The Muppets isn't the most imaginative in the great Muppet franchise.
As plots go, this one is almost as old as 'one day a boy meets a girl and they overcome an obstacle of some description', but really it's just a rouse for a reunion. Jason Segal teams up with Amy Adams and new-kid-on-the-block Walter as the films protagonist threesome.
Now- musicals magically move me and anyone who knows me knows I love things as camp-as-Christmas, but the endless musical outbreaks by the human quota are cringe worthy and detract from the Muppets' screen time and gay-abandon.
Some of the unnecessary numbers shroud the fun and fall short of the Muppet name. The same can be said for the drawn out duds along the way with the majority of the film's gag set-ups, once again, falling flat.
The felty Muppet favourites weren't shown enough but when they were their boundless enthusiasm carried them stubbornly on, life's a happy song they remind us- yes, Muppets, yes it is, but not from the lips of Jason Segal.
Take out the human limelight-hoggers, slap a feather bower on Miss Piggy, exaggerate the underdog storyline and bring back Rizzo and you've got yourself a show.
-ZB
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