THE HAPPYTIME MURDERS. So they've got this this LA detective noir filled with violence and drugs and sex, enacted by puppets — Henson puppets, no less! — and Melissa McCarthy? That's gold, by my lights. Or at least it should be; it's just that somebody has to do the hard work to take a fun, one-line idea — which, if we're being honest, could have been produced during a dorm room smoke sesh — and turn it into a feature length movie, ideally one with a nuanced plot, dynamic characters and a modicum of style. I won't say The Happytime Murders failed in that transition. But what it is suggests what it might have been more than it satisfies. And in suggesting that greater shadow self, a darker, more evolved iteration, the movie sets up an impossible comparison to an imagined ideal. The Happytime Murders is a lot of fun: The puppetry is unparalleled, the script is funny, coarse and liberally seasoned with expletives. But it also introduces a number of ideas hinting at something tougher and more substantial under the fuzzy skin that go unexplored. I found myself wondering what crueler, more illuminating truths could have been told. I should have taken the movie by its own merits but there is so much early-draft promise in it that I struggled and failed to combat the distraction,
Phil Philips (voiced by Bill Barretta), once the only puppet officer in the LAPD, now runs a semi-squalid private investigation service. He struggles with the anti-puppet prejudice he sees every day on the streets and with the bad shooting that got him bounced from the department. When a sex-bomb client sidles into his office, seeking relief from a blackmailer, Phil takes the case. His investigation immediately finds him at the center of a series of gruesome puppet murders. Paired reluctantly with his former partner, Detective Connie Edwards (McCarthy), Phil soon realizes the killer is targeting The Happytime Gang, the cast of a decades old children's' program, Phil's brother Larry Shenanigans among them. The body count rises as Connie and Phil draw closer to the killer, relitigating the past and rebuilding their relationship all the while.
Granted, I'm so saturated with the LA of Chandler, MacDonald and Ellroy that the mere suggestion of a detective in the City of Angels triggers an inescapable aesthetic flood, a composite world of impossible beauty and filth and man's inhumanity to man, that The Happytime Murders would have to have been directed by Denis Villeneuve and shot by Roger Deakins to stand a chance. But it wasn't. It was competently directed by Brian Henson, and it has its own visual style, albeit a straightforward, no shadows/no surprises one. And in that style and storytelling, lies another problem. The movie makes tacit and explicit reference to a vast catalog of noir's stylistic tropes and benchmarks that it doesn't service. And the script lays a framework of race-hate and assimilation early on — Phil's brother has had his skin lightened and his nose narrowed; Connie has a transplanted puppet liver that has contributed to her sugar dependency — that is abandoned in favor of humorous but sophomoric and ultimately unsatisfying sex jokes later. From a promising premise comes a middling result. R. 91M. BROADWAY, FORTUNA, MILL CREEK.
BLINDSPOTTING. As I watched this, the thought occurred to me that I shouldn't even review it. It brought me such satisfaction, such hope, that on some level I feel that I can only demean it by explication. And so this is the disclaimer: Blindspotting is better than I may make it seem.
Collin (Daveed Diggs) has been keeping his head down and satisfying the terms of his probation. He works with his best friend Miles (Rafael Casal) at a moving company, where his will-they-or-won't-they ex Val (Janina Gavankar) is their immediate superior. One night at a stoplight, he watches a white cop (Ethan Embry) kill a black man (Travis Parker) in the street. With three days left before he's free, Collin's compartmentalized life starts to spin into chaos and allegory.
Co-written by Diggs and Casal, directed by Carlos López Estrada, Blindspotting uses a deceptively simple premise to tell a thoughtful, hilarious, heartbreaking story about contemporary America, race, masculinity and economic disparity. It rises to hip-hop opera, street style elevated to high art by the depth and honesty of its emotion and the raw authenticity of its storytelling. It is also, vitally, a complex love letter to an Oakland that was and may never be again. It's the most striking, unique movie I've seen this year. R. 95M. MINOR.
— John J. Bennett
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THE KING. Road-trip documentary by Eugene Jarecki exploring the legacy of Elvis and America's crumbling democracy. R. 147M. MINIPLEX.
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THE SLENDER MAN. Teen girls summon the internet-driven urban legend to rescue their friend. PG13. 93M. BROADWAY, MILL CREEK.
THREE IDENTICAL STRANGERS. An engrossing, frustrating documentary about triplets separated at birth, whose happy reunion is blighted by questions surrounding their adoptions. PG13. 147M. MINIPLEX.
— Jennifer Fumiko Cahill