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have you ever wondered what would happen if your food came to life?
Nope, me neither. In a premise that could have only been dreamed
up with assistance from a water pipe and Funyuns, we have Sausage Party,
the story of anthropomorphic food items who discover what really happens
after they leave the supermarket.
Our
nation’s July 4th barbecues rituals spell excitement and
anticipation for the meat products and hot dog rolls that line the
shelves of a supermarket. Their goal in life is to be chosen by a
customer and find their way to a home. It’s only after one former shop
denizen returns with nightmarish tales of chopping, cooking, and
devouring that the naïve comestibles begin to doubt the path they
believed for so long would bring happiness. Escaping their plastic
confines, Frank the sausage and Brenda the hot dog bun begin their
odyssey through the market to discover the true meaning of their
existence.
It’s
just dreadful. Throughout all Sausage Party’s blatant attempts to push
buttons seeking to distract from being utterly devoid of ingenuity, I
cannot recall one real laugh. The inevitable bacchanal as the good
guys, lesbian tacos, twink Twinkies, bagels and lavashes celebrate
avoiding consumption (to face, what, rot?) is something only the
most bored elementary school kid who just found out about hoo-hoos and
na-nas and what they do together might draw in a lazy, notebook doodle.
This from an alleged “adult” comedy. Was that supposed to be edgy, any
of it? Clearly, it’s mean to be silly, but misses the mark and falls
flat off the screen into stupidity and simply trying too hard. The
animation is also unremarkable, so Sausage Party cannot even be enjoyed
on that level. Beyond a transparent attempt at becoming a midnight
movie, I cannot see what or who this picture was meant for?
Puerile and mind-numbingly dumb, I have no idea how this ever got
released by a major studio. This paean to self-indulgence is clearly a
sop to Sony’s relationship with Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg, who
masterminded this disaster. If we must have movies born out of blazing
up, why not give us something on par with Pineapple Express?
It’s
appalling that offal like this sees the light of day and Ralph Bakshi
has to go to Kickstarter for a Vimeo release.
Despite all the testimony of proponents to legalise it, Sausage Party is
ample evidence that cannabis is not as harmless as they would have you
believe.
Just
say no.
~ The
Lady Miz Diva
Aug.
12th, 2016
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