Sausage Party has all the three f’s for the whole family: food, fun and fundamentally perverse humor. That being said, please don’t take your children to see this movie, because if you do, you will scar their psyches forever.

The movie is a thinly-veiled analog of our world, down to the over-the-top sauerkraut bottle screaming about killing the “juice” to the not-too-subtle but extremely funny exchange between a lavash and a bagel, who represent the Middle East conflict of Jews and Muslims.

Sausage Party does a good job of combining raunchy humor with the heavier subjects of existentialism, respecting beliefs and jokes about male body.

The world of Sausage Party is very much like our own, with different aisles housing different products and nationalities.

The movie opens up in a campy song about the wonder of “the gods”, humans and the great beyond of the supermarket. It turns on a dime as Honey Mustard, voice by Danny McBride, is chosen.

He returns later shell-shocked, telling of how gruesome and disgusting humans are, denouncing them as gods.

The titular Frank, a sausage voiced by Seth Rogen, faces a conflict when he and his beloved Brenda, a bun that’s sure to give 15-year-old fuzzy feelings in the weirdest way, are chosen to leave to the great beyond.

Faced with the possibility that the gods aren’t the benevolent beings they are made out to be Frank goes on a quest for the truth across the supermarket.

The movie does a great job at making the viewer think about Frank and the truth.

Sausage Party gracefully combines these questions of faith, our place (or the food) places in the universe and being true to ones urges.

The movie then completely shatters these themes by throwing in a final scene of a food orgy, which can only be described as a scene that goes on for too long.

Whatever your beliefs or ideas are about the universe, by movie’s end you won’t see food the same way again.