It’s worth noting I am not inherently turned off by racial humor. Instead we get a Nazi bottle of sauerkraut calling for the extermination of all juice, a box of grits complaining about crackers taking over his aisle, a Jewish bagel and a Muslim lavash arguing constantly and a Native American bottle of whiskey named Firewater. The film seems to think only four topics are inherently funny simply because a cartoon food product is making the joke: sex, drugs, food puns and references to real-world racial tensions.Īmongst the four writers of “Sausage Party” there was a smorgasbord of hilarious potential for parody and satire using this foul-mouthed sex comedy as a front for genuinely funny humor. Sadly, much like the sexy hotdog bun Brenda (Kristen Wiig), this film has next to no nutritional value and as a result it does its best to distract the audience from catching on to that. The first widely-released computer-generated cartoon with an R rating, “Sausage Party” pitches itself as a debaucherous sex comedy about anthropomorphised food items in a grocery store as they learn their lot in life is to be eaten, not ascend to a sexual paradise. “Sausage Party” is the film equivalent of jangling keys in front of a baby’s face for entertainment, or to put that in modern terms: an Adam Sandler movie. Gavin Gaddis, Staff writer | August 17, 2016
