One of the more clever conceits is how it plays with the central conundrum of Pixar: How do you connect all these animals or toys or robots-beings that, to humans, have no emotions or thoughts or even faces-to the human world that they walk around in?

Some of the gags are more cringy than others -- like Craig Robinson's cracka-hating box of grits -- but don't call it empty calories.

Rogen and his frequent collaborator Evan Goldberg dreamed up the story with actor Jonah Hill, and though it might sound like a critique of religion, they opt instead for a lowbrow, sporadically funny celebration of hedonism.

This smack in the face of good manners is surprising and strange, often delightfully so.

It is, without a doubt, the most delirious movie to come out of a major studio in decades, perhaps ever.