You clicked this just to see me make green jokes and references, didn't you?
Well, sorry to disappoint your thirteen-year-old mind, but I plan to make this review as wholesome as possible so that children of all ages can enjoy it. (But seriously though, don't let your kids watch this movie).
Sausage Party is what I imagine Pixar's Toy Story would be like if it involved food and all the writers were high on expired hallucinogens.
To replace the tale of reunion with Andy, the movie tells the story of
Frank the wiener (Seth Rogen) as he attempts to break the secret of his existence wide open
like the Illuminati's membership list. And instead of a plot centered on
Woody's friendship with Buzz, we have scenes where Frank and his hot dog bun
girlfriend Brenda (Kristen Wiig) constantly try to consummate their relationship.
Let's get this out of the way: this isn't a film for kids or the easily-offended. It's crass, vulgar, sexually-explicit, and (if you can believe it) morbid as well. The opening anthem is about as wholesome as things get because one it ends, all the foods in the supermarket break out into cuss exchanges and sexual innuendos which remind you of your days in high school.
That's to be expected, though. It is an R-rated movie after all, so why
hold back on the offensive stuff?
The lead character is a wiener, for food's sake. As the movie goes on, things get even more explicit as you come across a piece of plastic specifically used on men's private parts, recreational medication which is taken illegally, and a climax that takes place after the movie's actual climax.
But under all this obscenity and stoner talk, I actually found a movie
that made me reflect on thoughts that weren't green-minded at all. Sure, Seth
Rogen and pals still talk like they normally would (that being you'd think they
were dropped on their heads several times when they were young), but hidden
deep beneath this tale filled with very adult humor is a story that tackles
very adult topics.
When you see the foods' reactions when they realize that their so-called gods are nothing more than satanic mass-murderers, it paints a dark picture on what happens when belief is put to the test and eventually broken. The same can be said for scenes involving the constant warring between the bagels and the lavashes where, if they actually took the time to know each other, there wouldn't be a war in the first place.
But that's just me. I'm not sure if these messages were intended or if
by some miracle the writers were actually able to create something compelling
whist in their drug-induced stupor. Though you'll want to see the movie for its
dick and fart jokes, Sausage Party is
one of those rare instances where (if you take the time to look at it in a way
that its messed-up cast would) an adult film actually makes use of its rating.
Is it good? Eeh, not really.
You'll probably forget everything I said here and just focus on those dick and fart jokes that you love so much. And that's not a bad thing; it's the movie's selling-point, after all! You'll laugh when you're alone, cringe when you're on a date, and wonder just how far the movie is willing to go to get itself removed from theaters.
Is it memorable? Definitely, but not for the reasons you might think.
Sausage Party has a Dreamworks-like feel with a story that isn't bad by any means, but what sticks in your head after you leave the movie house are the animations that were so unspeakable that even I cannot think of a wholesome witty comeback to reference them. I won't get into the specifics, but let's just say that there is a reason that this film was animated in the first place.
All in all, I don't really know how to feel about Sausage Party. It can be childish and immature, but at the same time it is also thought-provoking and heartfelt if you ponder on it with your head instead of your private parts.
But you won't.
Because the lead character looks like a dingus! (Well, so much for 'wholesome' and 'kid-friendly.')