One of the more clever conceits is how it plays with the central conundrum of Pixar: How do you connect all these animals or toys or robots-beings that, to humans, have no emotions or thoughts or even faces-to the human world that they walk around in?
Some of the gags are more cringy than others -- like Craig Robinson's cracka-hating box of grits -- but don't call it empty calories.
Rogen and his frequent collaborator Evan Goldberg dreamed up the story with actor Jonah Hill, and though it might sound like a critique of religion, they opt instead for a lowbrow, sporadically funny celebration of hedonism.
This smack in the face of good manners is surprising and strange, often delightfully so.
It is, without a doubt, the most delirious movie to come out of a major studio in decades, perhaps ever.
"Sausage Party" is smarter than it looks at the same time as it is overly taken with its juvenile humor.
There is no one out there making comedies quite like Rogen and Goldberg. They are putting their definitive stamp on the modern American comedy one decency-smashing double entendre at a time.
Not only does the film effortlessly mock the sense of wonder and the emotional roller-coasters we've all felt watching Pixar's big-eyed sentient objects, but, in its own messed-up way, it provokes some new feelings, too: shock and awe ...
An effed-up funhouse. Rogen, a livewire satirist, dishes out an R-rated cartoon treat that tackles the crisis in the Middle East, the nonexistence of God and the sex lives of supermarket products.