The Muppets. I mean, come on, guys! So good!

As a child of the 80's, I expected to like this movie. I did not, however, expect to fall in love with it.

The script is perfect. There was probably no better way to reintroduce the world to the beloved Muppets than by calling out the fact that we seem to have forgotten about their brilliance over the past couple of decades. I've been saying it for years, and I appreciate this movie for saying it as well: Today's idea of entertainment for children is watered down, idiotic, and probably turning our future leaders into morons. These are the people who will be taking care of you when you're old. Treat children with respect. They're smart. Also, it wouldn't kill you to write family films that (Here's a novel idea!) the entire family can actually enjoy, would it? Clearly, according to what I saw this weekend, it can be done. I'm an adult, but I laughed and cried my way through this entire movie and plan on seeing it again. My best friend's 3 year old son, also a fan. I'm sure my grandmother would enjoy it as well. I know my parents would! So...there's that.

The music killed me. The direction was stellar. Why? Because two of the people responsible for the Flight of the Conchords success had their hands all up in this thing. James Bobin and Bret McKenzie, take a bow.

Jason Segel, what can I say? I love you. I love you to pieces, and you should be proud. (He's not really reading this, but this is what I would say to him if he walked into the room right now. Chill out.) What better person to bring back our old friends? This project came from a genuine place of fandom which is probably why I can't say a bad thing about the film. It made me happy as hell. This proud member of the Muppets generation thanks you, and you've found a forever fan in me.

And, to our newest Muppet, Walter: Welcome! No cousin Oliver/Scrappy Doo syndrome here. Thank sweet shit for that. Walter is just as delightful, charming, and lovable as Kermit, Fozzie, Beaker, Animal, Miss Piggy, the Swedish Chef, Janice, Gonzo, Sweetums...do you get where I'm going with this?

Today's brilliance.

Sometimes comedy writes itself, and sometimes Perez Hilton inadvertently writes it for you.

This is not real.

Are you kidding me? Facebook users actually believe that a surgeon sat down with a family and said, "Your son is in need of a heart transplant. The surgery will cost you upwards of one hundred and forty-five thousand dollars. But, hold on! Don't cry, Mrs. Waters. Have I got a deal for you! If you act now and take a sad photo of your child hooked up to life support and post it on Facebook, and if one hundred people share that picture, I'll do the surgery for free. I'm just that nice of a guy. Whadya say?! One hundred shares. That's all I'm asking. That's less than the dollar amount. I really need this to happen. I love Facebook sharing. It's my drug. Make it happen."

Bullshit.

Why should you respect your techie or stage manager?

Think about it. They don't get a bow. They do not get reviewed. They do not receive applause. Rarely will the average audience member or critic rave about the props, the set, the lighting, or the sound. A technician's job is often thankless and, this may cause a few pairs of undies to bunch, some may argue they even work harder than you do, dear actors. Yes, that's right. There is a reason why it is easier to find a paid stage manager than a wealthy performer in Chicago. There is a reason why you point to the booth during the curtain call. It isn't to stave off some old superstition.It is to direct the audience's attention to the person behind the glass, the man behind the curtain. A long time ago, some person (perhaps it was a director) had the brilliant idea to make it customary because actors, while basking in the glow of audience affection or the stage lighting that makes them look oh, so pretty, would most likely forget to do so. The performer who does not appreciate and thank his or her technicians (And understudies, dammit! Even talented people get explosive diarrhea at inopportune moments.) deserve a literal leg break.

Do not disrespect those who are in a position to truly at the helm of your little show. And, by the way, to ignore is to disrespect. You may receive most of the glory, but the show is in your technicians' hands. Your stage managers should be considered gods. They have the power the cut the lights at any time. Perhaps when you're exiting down a flight of stairs...

Think about it, pretty assholes.