Despite a fantasy premise that should be bursting with creativity and wonder, every ounce of enchantment has been drained from this misfire of a movie.
Despite a fantasy premise that should be bursting with creativity and wonder, every ounce of enchantment has been drained from this misfire of a movie.
A coming-of-age film that feels casually comforting, like a warm blanket of nostalgia.
Delivers what Adam Sandler fans want: dopey, moronic fun.
The movie is so bad that the lack of laughs, especially from a talent-packed cast like this, is shocking.
“The Happytime Murders” may be demented in its off-color wisecracks, but this is not a terrible movie — although it will prove to be an acquired taste for most.
I do applaud the film for placing a greater focus on verbal wisecracks and refusing to use McCarthy’s real world physique as a cheap punch line.