Sausage Party is one film that I really didn’t expect to like. Actually even after the movie started, I thought how unbelievably crass are we going to get? Well, now I know; some things can just not be unseen. Written by Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, Kyle Hunter and Ariel Shaffir, it seems that they wanted to not just push the end of the envelope but to shred it open and take running long-jumps out of it.
The setup is simple enough, all of the products at your local grocery store are sentient (think in the Toy Story way of when humans aren’t looking at them, they come to life and start talking and walking about). Their goal in life is to be selected (purchased) by one of the gods (humans) and taken to the Great Beyond (which in this case just means whatever is beyond the sliding glass doors at the front of the store). Along the way, the animate items have the most foul mouthes imaginable; they’re oversexed, opinionated, and damn but they could make any sailor blush with their language. It’s so much so that it isn’t a stretch to say that they were right on the edge of getting hit with an NC-17 rating. This is most definitely NOT a film to take the pre-teen kids to.
Everything is going along fine until one day a jar of Honey Mustard returns to the store after
it he was mistakenly purchased by one of the gods. A deeply shaken Mustard tells of the horrors that await those who pass through to the Great Beyond: They’ll be vivisected, murdered and eaten! And not always in that order. The scenes from the kitchen are as morbid as they get. Now the challenge for the inhabitants of the store – which is the real truth – their faith in the Great Beyond, or what this now clearly deranged Mustard is telling them.
To give a bit of context for folks who think this might not be that severe (no, really – it is), the main villain of the story is an evil Douche (yes, really). Who in an accident caused by a hotdog (Frank, voiced by Rogan) and bun (Brenda, voiced by Kristen Wiig) who are in love causes Douche’s handle being broken and his liquids leaking out. He spies a nearby damaged box of juice which is also leaking and manages to suck the juice out of the box. And by suck, I mean not in a vampire way but a distinctly sexual way. He then shreds the box (killing it), and using part of it’s label to cover his own leak and then sets out on a mission of revenge against Frank and Brenda.
There’s sex scenes, racial jokes, they seem to have gone out of their way to offend everyone equally. However under all the language and vulgar scenes, there’s actually a lot of commentary around faith, the afterlife, and what people put stock in. By the second act I was pretty engaged, and by the end of the film, I have to admit – it’ll probably wind up being one of the best comedies of the year.
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