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Kermit the Frog: What? You kidnap Jack Black? That’s illegal!Fozzie Bear: What’s more illegal, Kermit: briefly inconveniencing Jack Black, or destroying the Muppets?Kermit the Frog: Kidnapping Jack Black, Fozzie!

Kermit the Frog: What? You kidnap Jack Black? That’s illegal!
Fozzie Bear: What’s more illegal, Kermit: briefly inconveniencing Jack Black, or destroying the Muppets?
Kermit the Frog: Kidnapping Jack Black, Fozzie!


HOLD THE PHONE, THE NEW MUPPET MOVIE!

HOLD THE PHONE, THE NEW MUPPET MOVIE!


Leap Year (2009)
For a few brief seconds at the end of this film, I thought this subpar yet slightly likeable rom-com was going to take uncharacteristically morose turn. When Amy Adams’ character (and seriously, she was such a standard issue neurotic chick-flick lead that I don’t remember her name) runs towards the cliffs, I thought she was about to jump off. Now that would have been a twist on the title that might have made this film an amazing achievement, such a sucker punch to the the gut that I wish they would have done it. “You don’t like Amy Adams’ character, well guess what, she’s dead now!” But alas, that flash of European art film twist was just a moment.
To be perfectly honest, the last five minutes of this film were so wonderfully shot that they almost distracted me from the fact that this was a terrible movie. Almost. How could you not look at the lighting and the scenery and not be overwhelmed by those fuzzy feelings of true love? Well, after the momentary flash of wanting to see the lead take a leap.

Leap Year (2009)
For a few brief seconds at the end of this film, I thought this subpar yet slightly likeable rom-com was going to take uncharacteristically morose turn. When Amy Adams’ character (and seriously, she was such a standard issue neurotic chick-flick lead that I don’t remember her name) runs towards the cliffs, I thought she was about to jump off. Now that would have been a twist on the title that might have made this film an amazing achievement, such a sucker punch to the the gut that I wish they would have done it. “You don’t like Amy Adams’ character, well guess what, she’s dead now!” But alas, that flash of European art film twist was just a moment.

To be perfectly honest, the last five minutes of this film were so wonderfully shot that they almost distracted me from the fact that this was a terrible movie. Almost. How could you not look at the lighting and the scenery and not be overwhelmed by those fuzzy feelings of true love? Well, after the momentary flash of wanting to see the lead take a leap.