Rogen and Co’s comedies are at their best when knowingly goofy – the smoke filled hilarity of Pineapple Express, the teen ineptitude of Superbad – and things are no different here, with the writers spoofing the cuddly sentiment of Disney by packing in as many expletives and close-to-the-knuckle sex gags as they possibly can. It’s eye watering stuff at times, but to dismiss it as mindless would be to ignore the intelligence of the script. Rogen and co-writer Evan Goldberg make some interesting points about organised religion and consumerism, although it’s admittedly hard to take these points seriously when they are being delivered through the medium of a stoned hot dog.
Rogen’s unmistakable cadence sets the R-rated tone, and he’s joined by Bill Hader as the hilarious Firewater, and regular collaborator James Franco as a stoner who can hear the food talk.
In a summer of cinematic disappointments, Sausage Party pays off by being far cleverer than its bawdy premise suggests. There are far wurst ways to spend an evening.