Ever since he made Count Grapelberry sing about feelings in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Jason Segel has been kicking around the idea for a new Muppet movie. And as I complained about with Jonah Hill, any asshole with an Apatow Express MasterVisa gets to make just about any fucking project their little heart desires.
Now, I like Segel. He isn’t really trying to go beyond his means. He’s a doofus, and he plays doofi well, and he hasn’t really tried to break free from his doofus label. Kudos for learning your place and completely owning it. Also, he’s got respect bordering on sacred awe for the Muppets. Plus, with the Muppets, it’s not like they’re going to be trouncing holy ground. The Muppets haven’t really been doing shit since they did the last decent Christmas Carol. So, I say, fine. If it’s gonna be done, Segel penning this will make it good. It’ll be funny, it’ll be sweet, and it’ll work. So fuck it, I’m on board.
And while I thought this was all merely a bong-dream, it’s turning out to be a serious endeavor. Serious enough that they’ve signed on a director — James Bobin. Bobin has directed several episodes of both “Da Ali G Show” and “Flight of the Conchords.” I know that many of you are rabid fans of both, whereas I’ve been lukewarm bordering on frosty towards both. I thought they were spotty at best, but when they were good, they were simply fucking grand. I won’t lob insults at you if they were your favorite shows or if you thought they were unparalleled — they’re practically the definition of Cult Hits.
Bobin’s actually a pretty solid choice. You figure, the Muppet Movie is gonna be part musical, part broad sketchy comedy anyway, so he’s the best you can hope for. But I don’t know which way their looking to go with the humor. I’m not expecting to hear Kermit shouting “Cuntlicker!” or see a full-frontal Sam the Eagle with a big floppy felt wang. “Ali G” and “Conchords” got a lot of leeway from their HBO home. And I think, funny as it might be, I’d be a little disgusted if they did a R-rated Muppets. They keep that kind of shit on Avenue Q where it belongs.