Some people will find Sausage Party funny; others won't. That's fine. Comedy is subjective and if the sight of an animated bun talking through vaginal lips to an animated sausage makes you laugh, well, no harm done.For what it's worth, I laughed at least a dozen times, which is not a bad return on a film whose chief villain is a feminine hygiene product.The problem with Sausage Party is that, for all the silliness, it so desperately wants to be taken seriously. What should have been a shamelessly filthy stoner movie has been watered down with ill-judged, undergraduate musings on religion, philosophy and race.Co-writers Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg, who speak regularly about their love of Pixar films, have attempted to give Sausage Party a heart - and it really doesn't deserve one.The film opens with a winning musical sequence, in which the food and grocery products lining the shelves at Shopwell's supermarket pay homage to the customers - or gods - responsible for taking them to "the great beyond".When a jar of honey mustard (Danny McBride) is returned to the store, however, word quickly spreads of the hell awaiting all food once it passes through Shopwell's gleaming doors. Paradise, it transpires, is a place where skins are peeled and bodies are boiled. The food has been lied to, in order to control it. You'd have to be very, very stoned to miss the point.To be fair, there is a lot of fun to be had along the way, as two sausages, Frank (Rogen) and Barry (Michael Cera), set out to save the day. Barry's encounter with a drug addict (James Franco), for example, culminates with a roll of loo paper sheepishly telling a bag of crisps about his ordeal: "You don't want to f***ing know."But we could have done without the faux-satirical jokes about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict ("the West Shelf") and the references to the Holocaust (a sauerkraut exterminates all "the juice").You might argue, as I'm sure the writers would, that there's a message of hope in the uniting of disparate foods from opposing aisles, all joining forces to beat a common enemy. The inter-product orgy that concludes the film is certainly a pretty clear thumbs-up to tolerance. But the racial stereotyping is so criminally lazy that it undermines this argument.Rogen has reportedly been working on Sausage Party for 10 years, which is staggering, but it has paid off: the film has so far made nearly $90-million at the US box office. For all the jokes, though, it really doesn't have much to say. Indeed, the more the film tries to jam its ideas down your throat, the less palatable it becomes.- ©The Daily TelegraphWhat others say:It isn't high art, more a snack best washed down with a jumbo cola. - Mike McCahill, MovieMailLet it be said, it's very rude. Very, very rude but even if someone told you this 100 times before you walk into the cinema, you'll never be ready for all that the film throws your way. - Amy West, International Business TimesSome of the gags are more cringey than others but don't call it empty calories. - Joshua Rothkopf, Time Out..