The Happytime Murders Review: Down And Dirty Fluff

The Happytime Murders
Some of the original concept art for the film.

125 individual puppets were utilized in the film while 40 of them were specifically constructed for it. The writing caters to the puppet lifestyle and even though they’re frowned upon, mocked, and maimed by their “fleshie,” counterparts the puppets are what make The Happytime Murders semi-worthwhile. The black comedy film has these dark and gritty crime related undertones that often lead to blood and gore in normal motion pictures. Instead The Happytime Murders throws cotton stuffing around a crime scene and calls it a massacre. The word, “fluff,” is utilized to accentuate modern linguistics and puppets typically just want to live a normal life without having to sing or dance like they used to back in the day.

The raunchy nature and sexually explicit activities these puppets partake in are what make The Happytime Murders memorable. Seeing an octopus milk a cow’s udder with all eight tentacles to orgasmic pleasure for pornographic purposes is hilarious for all the wrong reasons. It’s also a shame that the trailer spoils the silly string sequence since it’s probably the go-to gag of the film. Sugar is like crack to puppets while many find themselves on a disturbing downward spiral because they’re addicted to those tiny sweet granules as if it was crack. Sugar (or the lack thereof) affects them like hardcore drugs would to an addict.

The Sugar Den in particular is a great scene solely because of the two second sequence of a little brown bunny shaking a box of Tic-Tacs tempting that fix. Goofer’s hardcore sugar use has left him a bumbling junkie who offers, “felties,” and other random yet equally disturbing sexual acts for the low price of fifty cents. Goofer’s rant about what he’ll do for two quarters is some of the film’s most premium material. Hopefully, you don’t enjoy rice pilaf because the film makes, “pilafing” a sexual term four puppets who are violated in prison and it isn’t a pretty picture.

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