Sausage Party

This porker party may appear a Buzz flight away from Toy Story 3 and yet their differences are acute. The Pixar double sequel is a classic of the genre while Seth Rogen's animated veg porn is not.

The adult content refers to sexual innuendo, locker room language and an orgiastic finale that would make 17-year-old masters of masturbation lose their rhythm.

In TS3 the toys believe that the home for orphaned kids where they are sent after Andy leaves for college will be a wonderworld of fun and friendship when, in fact, it is a fascist dictatorship of diabolical horror. The characters in SP, supermarket produce of every shape and kind, talk of The Great Beyond, which is where the gods of the shop go after filling their trolleys and passing through The Check Out. The hot dogs and their babes (the buns) are desperate to be chosen until they discover that The Great Beyond turns out to be The Big Fry Up and every meal is murder.

After watching this movie you never want to eat again.

Like Rogen's recent indulgence (This Is The End) SP, co-scripted by his mates, has the feel of a light bulb moment tossed around during a drug indused gigglefest. The details have been given minimal care and even less attention. If the sausages fancy the buns for some out-of-package R&R. that's funny, right?

A supermarket has a cast of thousands and its routines rock on with regimental regularity, such as the early morning sing-a-long with cut flowers, fresh vegetables, fruit, tins, the lot. Nothing is left to rust.

Phallic symbolism is fairly obvious and generously applied, but the failure is a script that tries to cover too much so that none of the characters and few of the sub plots materialise with anything other than shallow satisfaction.

The TS trilogy is a lesson in imaginative discipline. Plots are clear and clean and never lose their way down dead end alleys. SP is the opposite. It's a muddle and a jubble. Even revolution is past its sell by date.