“While Taylor Swift was making her acceptance speech for winning Best Female Video for “You Belong with Me”, Kanye West got onto the stage and interrupted her; he took her microphone, saying: “Yo, Taylor, I’m really happy for you and I’mma let you finish, but Beyoncé had one of the best videos of all time. One of the best videos of all time!”, referring to the music video of “Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)”. Beyoncé looked shocked, and West was then booed by the audience. Angered, he flipped off the crowd. During the commercial break, singer Pink walked by the rapper and reportedly shook her head in disgust. West was later removed from the remainder of the show. After Beyoncé won Video of the Year, she asked Swift to come on stage to complete her speech. Later, West wrote an apology on his blog (which he later removed). Various celebrities and industry figures, including Pink, Kelly Clarkson, Spencer Pratt, Heidi Montag, Katy Perry, Joel Madden, Adam Lambert, Kellie Pickler, Ryan Seacrest, Chris Jericho, Jeremy Fall, and Dane Cook, spoke out about the incident through Twitter and other outlets, condemning West for the verbal outburst. Celebrity blogger Perez Hilton said, “Taylor Swift deserved that award, damnit [sic]. It is what THE PEOPLE voted! My heart broke for her, she looked so sad at the end of that moment.” Rapper 50 Cent, who has a history of feuding with West, said winning the award was Swift’s special moment that night and that West took it away. “Even an apology can’t replace what it feels like for the very first time receiving that award. Now in her head, My first award was Kanye West. And it’s damaging,” he said. Donald Trump called for a boycott on West.”—OK, this is EXACTLY the type of shit that still burns me about the negative reaction to the whole Kanye/Taylor Swift incident. Look at the unending parade of bullshit Hollywood fuckwads who are have this symbiotic relationship with MTV. Pink? Heidi Montag? DANE COOK? Of course you’re going to go straight to twitter and rant about how, like, TOTES UNCOOL it was. Of course they “feel” for Taylor and think Kanye is a bully. You’re sweating and shaking at the thought about anyone more successful and relevant than you interrupting your moment where the industry celebrates your mediocrity to call a spade a spade. And, I’m sorry, was he wrong? BEYONCÉ HAD ONE OF THE BEST VIDEOS OF ALL TIME. And don’t get me started on fucking LENO. Kanye tears up when asked about what his mom would have thought of it? HIS MOM HAD JUST DIED, he’s probably sad she wasn’t there to see it. God DAMN, everyone needs to stop acting like how a rich little white princess had to wait a second to get her award is some great tragedy. At least he let her finish. FUCK.
This is a lovely article and I’d agree with most of it’s points, though the nostalgia present in the writer’s tone seems to be it’s major flaw.
I’d agree with the central thesis that, since the death of Jim Henson, the Muppet franchise has a little bit gone to hell in a handbasket. I would however, chastise the author for not leaving the possibility open for alternate interpretations that might have merit, especially ones that might have occurred past the author’s adolescence and thus later in Muppet’s “canon.”
Particularly galling is the numerous disparaging comments made in it about “A Muppet Christmas Carol,” which honestly ranks as one of my favorite films of all time. The line that burns me the most:
Contrast the joy and ebullience of this scene to the elegant chiaroscuro slickness of the post-Henson Muppet Christmas Carol in which we see old fogies Statler and Waldorf, as the Marley brothers, floating in mid air. No viewer is impressed; no one really thinks about it at all.
This is preposterous, insulting, biased, and (probably most vitally) simply wrong. I was impressed. I was moved by the film. I think Brian Henson made a fitting tribute to his father, “rules” be damned. Rather than zealously observe the dogma of previous Muppet movies, they took a risk and framed it against a familiar story, letting the natural novelty and quirk of the characters shine through. The movie had heart, visual innovation (I’m sorry, are we forgetting about the Ghost of Christmas Future, who scared the ever-lovin’ SHIT out of me?), and wonderful, natural performances from flesh and felt actors alike.
I’d even go as so far to say that “Muppet Treasure Island” has some fine moments and is a pretty great movie. I’ll draw the line at “Muppets in Space,” but I don’t think anyone really contests that as a stinker.
I absolutely DO NOT agree that the death of Jim Henson should or could have meant meant the death of Kermit. This to me smacks of fanboy nostalgia run-amuck. It presumes that no other performance besides that of Henson himself could do the character “justice.”
What a load of shit. This is like saying that Fantastic Four sound have ended after Stan Lee and Jack Kirby left the book. Of course, we would have been spared some embarrassing runs, but we wouldn’t have gotten to John Byrne of Dwayne McDuffie or Jonathan Hickman, or that one time this happened:
Canonization is the ULTIMATE form of stagnation: we need to be brave enough to risk a bad interpretation of our favorite characters by presumed charlatans to potentially e witness to something great.
Henson created Kermit and defined him, but it is foolish to tie the two together. I think the greatest visual evidence of this is this picture:
Kermit knows who Henson is and was and the sweetness of him missing him is the essence of the Muppets. The Muppets (and Kermit himself) are bigger than life; flawed, but bigger than life. They don’t need to age or die like their creators do. They are a utopian creation: these zany, neurotic, flawed but well-meaning little freaks of all shapes, sizes, colors and species working together and just trying to put on a great show. They are adaptable and can change. They are more pliant than we give them credit for and can survive different interpretations.
The point I want to hammer home is SUBJECTIVITY: I don’t think “A Muppet Christmas Carol” is a intrinstically worse movie or means less than “The Great Muppet Caper.” I can actually say that I enjoy the former significantly more so than the later. Why? Without making these dubious evaluations regarding which performances or special effects are more inspired, a lot of it comes down to this: I grew up with Christmas Carol and Treasure Island. The Muppet Movie and Caper were before my time. Not that I don’t enjoy them or that they don’t move me, but I don’t have this “THIS IS WHAT MUPPET IS” feeling about them. Perhaps I do a bit about Christmas Carol/Treasure Island and am appropriately protective, but the subjectivity of it all needs to be taken into account.
Note to all LA residents: this is punishment from God for your arrogance. Hollywood, simply by existing in the middle of a barren desert wasteland that has NO SEASONS, is a big middle finger to nature. There’s a reason this thing has “Carma” in the name.
p.s. I know “Karma” is spelled with a “k.”
p.p.s. Just kidding. “Carmaggedon” isn’t really a thing. No one else in the world cares about this but you freaks.
p.p.p.s. I actually think most of you LA folks are OK. Keep on truckin’.
p.p.p.p.s. I’m just fooling. God is a societal construct.
“La Planète des singes, also known as Monkey Planet or Planet of the Apes, is a French 1963 Science fiction-fantasy novel by Pierre Boulle. It was published in the UK as Monkey Planet, then re-issued as Planet of the Apes to tie it in to the film franchise it inspired.”—
Wait. So “Planet of the Apes” could have been called MONKEY PLANET? THAT IS A 1000% BETTER TITLE.
"TAKE YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF ME, YOU DAMN DIRTY MONKEY!"
Finally got around to cataloging and deleting my old blogger account, 2007-2009. As much as it pains me to turn my back on exhibitionism (my old, dear friend) I have definitely revised my approach and become more skillful in discerning what life details are worth being shared and connected to me personally via this nightmarish web of information (re: the internet) and which need to exist as specifically published and solicited works. Mostly, this is a fancy way of saying, while I was never embarrassed about anything I was sharing, there are people around me who might have been and this actually has meaning to me now.
Going through all these posts honestly just leaves me with one thought: time moves altogether too quickly. In the moment, it may feel like forever, but looking back it seems like a million years and counting as you careen forward. Those big moment, the ones that seemed to loom so large and dark all took place within such a brief period of time it’s hard to realize now why they mattered.