Sausage Party

The anti-LEGO Movie. The protagonists have been brainwashed by a (corporate) ideology according to which the point of existence is to wait for one of the “Gods” to choose you and take you to the Promised Land, where a Jewish bagel and a Muslim lavash will find peace and quiet, otherwise leading to an endless dispute over who is entitled to occupy the “western shelves” of the supermarket. They are unaware that instead of 77 bottles of virgin olive oil and other pleasures, what awaits them is a painful death in a pot of boiling water or in a meat grinder. Every workday begins with a collective sing-along of an idiotic feel-good song in the mould of “Everything is Awesome”, which the characters want to continue singing even after coming to the realisation that maybe everything isn’t so wonderful. It’s just more comfortable for them to keep believing in the illusion that they have created for themselves, which offers them solace instead of existential angst. Unfortunate historical experience discourages dogmatically clinging to optimism, so let’s pretend that the past doesn’t exist and continue to live a lie. It seems that hedonism is the only satisfactory alternative to faith in salvation, which requires, among other things, the renunciation of physical pleasures. We are all going to die eventually anyway (with the exception of non-perishable foods), so why not at least lick a bun or smoke a beet before we do and make our joyless existence a little more pleasant. Of course, the anti-consumerist message of a film produced by a giant media corporation cannot be taken too seriously, and Sausage Party deserves credit for not wanting anything of the sort from the viewer. On the other hand, it is perhaps a pity that behind the veil of ultra-simple jokes, it’s a bit hard to see how clever and subversive a film Rogen’s crew came up with this time. After all, the biggest monster is not the talking can of deodorant, but the character of a random human consumer, living in the belief that there will always be something to eat. If nothing else, the mere fact that you feel compelled to root for a talking sausage, desiccated chewing gum and a busty bun in their struggle against people like you (i.e. people who are guilty of consumerism) can be considered a win for the filmmakers. 85% (08/26/2016)

I had a dream about fat stars, who, stoned on a couch, who came up with the idea of film in which they want to insert a talking wiener into a chubby bun. Then I woke up, I was at the cinema watching Sausage Party, and it looked more like a first-rate nightmare. Points for penetrating the sterile moralistic vacuum of animators, zero for any real subversiveness and meatiness. A soy substitute for things by Matt Stone and Trey Parker. A Lavash bagel having sex is not enough for me to squirt light mayonnaise, you sausages. (08/31/2016)

Sometimes they try too hard, but Sausage Party is so impossibly dirty, but at the same time an impossibly imaginative, original and entertaining film, which is completely different to everything I've seen. It's not at all as primitive a spectacle as it might seem at first glance, and after a few minutes. (01/27/2018)

It's always nice to put on a film believing we've seen everything and nothing can surprise us, only for it to slap us right in the face and ravish all our expectations. Sausage Party may be "innovative" to the point of being tasteless at times, and I'd love to cut out the final ten minutes and wipe them off the face of the earth, but otherwise I had such a great time that almost all film parodies of the last ten years go out defeated with an anal plug up their ass. The episodic narrative based on the division of the main characters, with one part directly confronted with the terrible fate of food in human dwellings and the other trying to trace this fate by wandering around a store, offers plenty of room for situational humour and the exploration of the sophisticated world of department stores, as well as for the development of a simple but sufficiently motivated story, which, conducted on two lines, can never be boring. Of course, it's easy to wonder if Seth Rogen simply has such a vivid imagination or if he grew up in the real South Park, because all that fucking, farting, squeaking, clawing and writhing is not absolutely necessary to maintain the film's originality and attractiveness, and at times it's downright harmful, but the thumbs go definitely up for the overall working concept, especially the individual ideas about the world, the hierarchy or simply the visuals of the food, which never ceased to surprise, and the amazing original voice acting. Really, better than I dared to hope. (02/10/2017)

If it were a funny politically incorrect animated movie, I would definitely appreciate it. But Seth Rogen should not have been smoking weed so much the whole time writing the script. Some scenes are funny, but I would probably have to be stoned as well to start laughing in most cases. Disgusting stuff alternates with perversion. It is not funny and there is only one real breaking point in the end of the movie, but even that could be appreciated only by someone as perverted as Marquis de Sade. And only if that pervert was a sausage in a US convenience store so he can understand the main characters in this film – sausages in the US convenience store. (06/07/2017)