Here we go again with the puppets fucking. The Happytime Murders is pretty much a Meet the Feebles sequel that no one asked for. And, at least at the screening I attended, audiences are are uh... polarized? I’ll grant you that Portland has a noticeable problem with clapping after films (I think we’re just kind of a "thank you!" town), but quite a few people stood up and clapped at the end of The Happytime Murders. A seemingly equal amount expressed complaints about wasting an hour and a half of their precious lives watching a ridiculous, derivative puppet buddy cop movie that was only interesting because it contained puppets. by Suzette Smith