I admire Vincent Schilling for sitting through this mess of juvenile idiocy, sexism, and unabashed racism, so I won’t have to do it. I was absolutely appalled by the 2nd Despicable Me flick, and almost killed my own television set, because we only netflixed that monstrous mess of racism, sexism, and casual violence.
To the excitement of Seth Rogen fans, his toilet-humored animated film “Sausage Party” hit theaters this August. To the dismay of anyone with a social conscience, the movie has a slew of racially charged epithets that seem contrived to offend just for the sake of being offensive.
I am a Native American, and I grew increasingly uneasy watching the moments between ‘Frank’ (Seth Rogen) and an Indian Chief that is a bottle of alcohol labeled ‘Firewater’ (Bill Hader), as well as the Indian’s compatriots, an African American who is a box of grits and a white man who is a Twinkie. (Video Clip – Caution: Strong Language)
The film, directed by Greg Tiernan and Conrad Vernon, and written by Kyle Hunter, Ariel Shaffir, Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg, is also filled with sexual references involving any phallic shaped foods, and there are a minor few funny moments reminiscent of life during recess in sixth grade, but the racially charged moments only seem to qualify themselves by continuing to attack all races without any real attempt to call forth a social commentary.
Shortly after the film gets started – it was off to the races with racially charged humor. Food products in the Chinese food section had slanted eyes and spoke in broken english, German food products were led by a Hitler looking product screaming “Kill the Juice” and the relationship between a bagel (Edward Norton) and a lavash (David Krumholtz) laid upon the issues of the Jews and Palestinians.
There was also a slew of stereotypical punches thrown at Mexican Americans as a bottle of Tequila with a slurred drunken Mexican accent (also played by Bill Hader) lures Brenda the bun to a saloon filled with red-eyed mexican jars of salsa and hot sauce, until she is rescued by a taco shell (insert more female anatomy jokes here) played by Selma Hayek.
Overall the movie did have a few funny moments as a potato screams when he is peeled and thrown into water realizing the human gods are not so nice after all, but I could never shake the blatant racial tones.
I genuinely felt uncomfortable moving forward and tried desperately to find the social commentary based on an Indian smoking weed in a kazoo. After 89 minutes, I couldn’t find any redeeming thread except that a jewish character was played by a jewish actor and the African American character was played by an African American actor.
Ok, so perhaps we can laugh at ourselves, but I found this particular premise a bit of a stretch:
The writers of the movie grabbed feverishly on to the fact that ‘Frank’ was a sausage and his girlfriend Brenda (Kristen Wiig) was a hot dog bun. They were going to tell every single solitary joke about a weiner and a bun they could fit into 89 minutes of film time.
Overall I was shocked and offended. The two women behind me appeared dumbfounded.
Yet again, I left a movie theater thinking, ‘Welp, Native people got screwed once again and we look like a big joke.”
Admittedly, the joke’s on all of us: “Sausage Party” had a production budget of approximately $19 million and has grossed $81 million so far.
I haven’t seen it, and I’m shocked, offended, disgusted, and deeply saddened, not only that someone made this pile of isht, but that people are flocking to see it. And people wonder why old, old bigoted stereotypes won’t die. And no, this is NOT a case of “hey, lighten up, just in fun, just joking!” It’s not a joke. It’s not funny, either.