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Friday, December 2, 2016


Going on 80+ minutes, you wonder how Seth Rogen & his writing/directing posse are going to dig up enough raunch to feed their food-based computer animated coitus gags. We’re in a supermarket world where horny wieners try to ‘make’ those soft split buns, supported by produce & vegetables, then wised-up by non-perishable goods who know what happens once you’re been ‘chosen’ to go past the doors. It ain’t pretty! The tight-budget animation grows a little tiring, those shiny plastic surfaces singe the eye, while the storyline & laughs sag even as they shift from vulgar ‘blue’ material to plots out of BABE/’95 (you’re going to get eaten!) and TOY STORY II (how’d we wind up here/how do we get back?). But halfway in, things take a decidedly subversive (anti)religious allegorical turn, with God & faith itself gleefully exposed as fairy tale scams. Intellectually helped by an ejaculate Stephen Hawking, this little film becomes that rarest of birds, a mass market Hollywood paean to atheism. Who knew? That said, the film surely could have been a lot funnier; with too many rude stereotypes cuing undelivered laughs. (Family Friendly? Oh, why not, but let them watch on their own.)

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY: How could the filmmakers not include Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Creme Pies? The tops in sexually suggestive snack food with sweet lickable creamy goodness sandwiched between two pliably soft oatmeal labia . . . er, wafers you gently pull open to get at the . . . Yikes! Maybe if the film had been ‘X’-rated.

DOUBLE-BILL: Woody Allen’s EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT SEX/’72 has a couple of dud sketches, but most remains funny, weird and occasionally wonderful.

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