Thank you, Hollywood for wasting two-hours of my life
No, I’m not talking about Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.
I’m speaking of that other cultural icon from the seventies: Jim Henson’s Muppets.
Let me lay this plain: Kermit died. Attempting to resurrect the frog is like Bugs Bunny without Mel Blanc.
Last night I had to sit through two-hours of mind-numbing fakery called The Muppets Wizard of Oz. Reports of Jim Henson’s death are greatly accurate. I would have preferred root canal next to this non-stop migraine (thank god we own MGM’s Wizard on DVD: As soon as the sun rose we hit “play” to wash the bad taste out of our mouths.
Now my wife tells me “Cookie” will no longer be a monster enamored by sweets…
Ugggghhh! I want to crawl in a hole and die.