I don't know about you, but I loved re-runs of The Muppet Show when I was a kid. I had no idea who all the dead or otherwise culturally-absent celebrities employed on the show were, but the Muppets were magical, to a wide-eyed child of the eighties.
When I heard a new Muppet movie was on its way, I didn't care. I didn't care about The Muppets Take Manhattan, The Muppet Christmas Carol or Muppets from Space - though I took the time to watch them when they showed up on basic cable.
They were okay. They were mediocre, and the magic was gone.
A week or two ago The Muppets hit theaters and reviews began to appear. I read one glowing review. Then another, and another.
...seriously? I thought. A really good Muppet movie? This can't be a thing.
I informed Kayla of my research and asked her if she wanted to go. She gave me the "is he fucking with me?" look and said "sure." I gave her the "is she just telling me what I want to hear?" look and said "really?"
Last night, we went to see The Muppets, and it was frickin' awesome. They - somehow - got the magic back. The only mark against the show is that writer/star Jason Segel is really not much of a dancer - but when that's all I can point to, that alone is pretty impressive. Amy Adams is, as always, sparkling.
It was funny and touching and entertaining and hilarious and self-aware and original and reverent and... wonderful. I laughed, I cried. Literally.
If you too looked at the release of this most recent Muppets with a similarly cynical eye, I encourage you to give it a shot.