Recently I saw The Muppet Christmas Carol for the first time. It was among the first times I’d seen The Muppets, period. I hadn’t grown up watching The Muppet Show; I’d seen virtually none of the films; I had a vague sense only that they were connected, somehow, to Sesame Street, which I’d also managed to largely avoid.
I loved it. I didn’t just love it in some detached, ironic way. I loved it whole-heartedly, full-throatedly, in the way I love Metropolitan and When Harry Met Sally and Frasier. I cried at least twice.
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