Skewing Jim Henson’s Muppets to an adult audience has never worked. A 1975 pilot went nowhere and ABC’s recent TV run flopped. The Happytime Murders is a wholly juvenile flogging of the dead horse, reliant on crap comic crudities whilst forgetting to be fun.
Perhaps hoping to replicate the success of Paul King’s Paddington franchise, Disney’s latest Winnie-the-Pooh film is a real world affair. Forget escapism then and embrace the misery of growing up. Who better to save Christopher Robin from his lost innocent in adulthood that a gravely voiced bear, anxious pig and depressed donkey. What to do, what to do, what to do?