Straight talk today. I watched fourteen minutes of this movie and turned it off. I barely made it passed a puppet cow prostrate while an octopus "milked it" in a shady puppet "pr0n" house. I'm becoming very disappointed in the movie selections so far, and wanted to go back to watching Happy Valley, but I'd binged both seasons last week and therefore have no more of it to return to.
Sure, entertainment needs highs and lows, but the kind of sexist, formulaic nonsensical, stereotypical storytelling that I found in the first ten minutes of Happytime Murders made me simply sad. The characteristics of noir aside, the issue with the premise of this movie is that it's just out of date, out of touch and juvenile. Let's count the stereotypes, shall we? Ball-busting female detective, check. Sex-addicted femme fatale, check. Down on his luck PI, check. The police sergeant who doesn't actually have a clue, check. The wise-cracking secretary, check. And on and on and on, and I only watched fourteen minutes.
It's the kind of script that I read sometimes in my old job, where middle-aged men "realized" their dream of writing crime fiction that relied so heavily on outdated tropes that rely so heavily on the fact that it's "puppets" doing it that makes it funny. The crutch is the humour. The humour is the crutch. Honestly, it was shockingly awful to watch.
I'm defeated by this film and shall not say anything more.
Sure, entertainment needs highs and lows, but the kind of sexist, formulaic nonsensical, stereotypical storytelling that I found in the first ten minutes of Happytime Murders made me simply sad. The characteristics of noir aside, the issue with the premise of this movie is that it's just out of date, out of touch and juvenile. Let's count the stereotypes, shall we? Ball-busting female detective, check. Sex-addicted femme fatale, check. Down on his luck PI, check. The police sergeant who doesn't actually have a clue, check. The wise-cracking secretary, check. And on and on and on, and I only watched fourteen minutes.
It's the kind of script that I read sometimes in my old job, where middle-aged men "realized" their dream of writing crime fiction that relied so heavily on outdated tropes that rely so heavily on the fact that it's "puppets" doing it that makes it funny. The crutch is the humour. The humour is the crutch. Honestly, it was shockingly awful to watch.
I'm defeated by this film and shall not say anything more.
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