Okay but… why is this happening again. Like actually—why. I blinked and they're already rolling out Season 2 of Sausage Party: Foodtopia.
I mean, fine. Whatever. Frank and Barry are back, the trailer's loud, everyone's screaming about New Foodland and evil fridge empires. Sure. I watched it twice.
➤ August 13. Prime Video. That's the date. It's burned into my brain now because I can't escape it. I swear, I just got used to Season 1 being “a thing” and now I'm supposed to care about refrigerator fascism. Again.
And I dunno—Marion Cotillard is here now? The Marion Cotillard. Oscar-winner. As what? Like a croissant with trauma? Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter. The trailer is messy, the jokes are louder than ever, and I kinda laughed. Then felt gross. Then laughed again.
They say it's Toy Story 3 meets… I forget what they said. Something about milk and invasions. There's some dystopia underneath all the snack-pack smiles and domestic humans (???). Like The Giver but if The Giver was made of cheese.
Also why is Haley Joel Osment here? Why is anything here. Why did they give the line “It was the best of times, it was the wurst of times” to someone like it's a real dramatic moment. Like. Someone wrote that. Typed it. Said “yeah.”
No. No. Just… no. But also yes. I'll be watching. I'll hate-watch or love-hate-watch. Depends how weird it gets.
My cousin thought this was still in theaters. I didn't even correct him. I miss when you had to wait for things. Waiting made it feel bigger.
Anyway—what was I saying?
Maybe this is how we process the world now. Sentient food politics. Voice acting chaos. Mild panic under a glossy Amazon banner. Or maybe I just need sleep.
