By Jamie Williams
Silver Screen Capture
At this point in the collective careers and oeuvre of Seth Rogen, Evan Goldberg, et al, we know what to expect from their raunchy, HARD-R comedies, but the bracingly vulgar and profane jaw-dropping shocks brought to bear in a way that only the laws of animation allow make Greg Tiernan’s Sausage Party (B) something one simply cannot unsee or unknow (and I’m MOSTLY fine with what I saw and now know). In the same way that Kevin Smith’s Dogma was the most spiritually profound movie to feature a poop demon, Sausage Party matches that lowest of brow language and ideas with a truly thoughtful meditation on the meaning of life and the idea of an afterlife. Hilarious, great voice cast, inventive puns and word play, vivid finale. That said, I feel sorry for any middle-aged father who may have taken his teen-aged son not know how wholly awkward a cross-generational viewing it would be!