Sausage Party shows us how we are what we eat, drink and buy into. All the products in Rogen's market — the animation is killer — talk four-letter shit but still believe in being purchased and taken to the Great Beyond, a grand illusion the film quickly shatters in scenes of carnage to rival Saving Private Ryan. (If co-directors Conrad Vernon and Greg Tiernan had any guidelines you'd hardly notice.) I howled at Edward Norton, channeling Woody Allen to voice an argumentative bagel, having it out on territorial imperatives with an Arabic flatbread (David Krumholtz). And Salma Hayek scores as a bi-curious taco with a thing for Brenda. Michael Cera also excels as a mini-sausage who wonders if size matters or is it girth? But it's Nick Kroll, cast as a douche, who may push the most buttons. Ah, what the hell. I could go on, but why spoil the mirth and malice? Only a douche would take the kids. They'd be traumatized.