All of us under its spell
The Muppet Show was a show about Muppets making a show called The Muppet Show. But when you hit the silver screen, you gotta go big or go home, and so Jim Henson and co. amped up the layered meta gaggery: The Muppet Movie is a movie about Muppets watching The Muppet Movie, a movie about Muppets who want to be in the movies, and the movie the Muppets end up making The Muppet Movie’s movie. The story proceeds multiple times when characters learn the future by reading the screenplay for the movie (not for The Muppet Movie, but the Muppets’ movie The Muppet Movie, though I guess that is The Muppet Movie).
This is an origin story: how Kermit the Frog (Jim Henson) leaves the swamp with a banjo and a daydream, meets Fozzie Bear (Frank Oz), Gonzo (Dave Goelz), and Miss Piggy (Frank Oz), dodges the cruel but high-paying temptations of Doc Hopper (Charles Durning) and his long-suffering henchman Max (Austin Pendleton), and caravans to Hollywood. But the film isn’t in a hurry to arrive anywhere. For a puppet troupe famous for anarchy, the pacing is episodic and almost methodical. Scenes and songs have room to breathe, to where a few stretches feel slow. Yet it all feels carefully controlled and handmade, an enchanting film.
This is no surprise to anyone familiar with Henson’s work. The beloved creator had a knack for wit and introspection that was never navel-gazing or noodling. Though his puppets and stories exhibited infinite imagination, he never lost his human touch, even (and especially) when no humans appeared on screen. Many of Henson’s shows and movies, the Muppets in particular, are about the act of creation: the industry, impulses, and mechanisms for telling stories for the screen, and The Muppet Movie is in that tradition. The entire story and many of the specific episodes are parodies of moviemaking tropes or else reflections on creating art, the tone ranging from slapstick to sitcom to sincere.
The one-by-one intro of each Muppet across the runtime means that every character gets a mini-showcase for their specific comic mode: Kermit’s dry by gentle sarcasm, Piggy’s diva flamboyance, Fozzie’s flop sweat optimism, Gonzo’s surreal sincerity. Even Hopper’s frog-leg capitalism is a winning blend of silly and sinister, his frog-leg stands and greed for bigger profits the perfect stuff of children’s-movie villainy: funny to watch, dead serious about ruining something beautiful.
Perhaps the movie’s MVP (which is saying something) is Paul Williams, who pens a remarkable soundtrack. “Rainbow Connection” is one of the rare songs that became an instant standard, as if it had existed forever and the movie was built around it. The image of a swamp frog plucking the banjo and singing his own “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” — in natural Muppet meta form, an ode to the existence of so many great rainbow songs, including itself — is indelible. “Movin’ Right Along” is pure road-movie giddiness, and “I’m Going to Go Back There Someday” is nearly equal to “Rainbow Connection”: melancholy, searching, almost too piercing for a film full of wacky puppets. Goelz sang it at Henson’s funeral. The songs don’t comment on the narrative so much as define its spiritual weather: wonder, hope, the ache of not-yet. Williams elevates the Muppets to a higher plane; with his compositions, the ragtag bag of rags captures humanity’s capacity to make something beautiful together, something greater than our sum.
Visually, the filmmaking is delightful, too. The on-location puppetry is always sensational: wide shots you can’t cheat, full-body Kermit bits that must have taken hours to execute perfectly, etc. The movie incredibly captures the dusty American heartland: sunlit frames, dusty diners, a road that curves to the horizon. It almost never takes the easy way out, building a huge variety of sets and production details. Director James Frawley keeps the rhythm and compositions clean and the camera curious, and you can always sense Henson’s guiding hand: a belief that the performances — felt or flesh — are always more important than all of the puppetry muscle-flexing.
The human cameos are plenty of fun: Steve Martin, Madeline Kahn, B.A.D.S. winner Carol Kane (“Myth! Myth!”), Mel Brooks, and, in a perfect closing grace note, Orson Welles. None of them hijack the movie (though Brooks, the campiest here, threatens to); instead, they slip into the Muppet rhythm, sharp and funny but well-integrated into the film.
By the end, the myth of the Muppets is fully realized: a found family, rolling west, excited to share their talent and joy with the world. The jokes sparkle, the songs glow, the pace ambles, and it all coheres into a statement that defines Henson’s legacy: entertainment as a form of connecting, of reaching for higher truths, of making the world a little bit lighter. For loving, for dreaming, for us.
Is It Good?
Exceptionally Good (7/8)
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