Cafe Society (12A) ABC, Cineworld Poole ***

AGE cannot diminish Woody Allen.

The New York-born writer-director might be strutting towards his 81st birthday, but he shows no sign of easing into creative retirement with a steady output of one film per year.

In Cafe Society, which he also narrates, Allen steps back in time to the decade of his birth, embracing the glitz and glamour of 1930s Hollywood as a vibrant backdrop to a conventional love story of boy meets girl in the right place at the wrong time.

The script is studded with gilt-edged one-liners that have become the filmmaker’s trademark. Cafe Society is an exuberant, if familiar meditation on affairs of the soon-to-be-broken heart.

Morgan (15) ABC, Cineworld Poole **

IT'S a lamentable case of 'too little, too late' for Luke Scott's sci-fi thriller, which fails to deliver on the promise of a tantalising premise.

Audiences who shuddered last year during Ex Machina, Alex Garland’s Oscar-winning meditation on artificial intelligence, may experience a fleeting shiver of deja vu during Morgan.

Morgan is ultimately a schlocky horror show with impressive production values and solid performances from some of the stellar cast. Though we decide to terminate the Morgan program well before the film’s end.

Sausage Party (15) Odeon, Cineworld Poole ***

THERE’S plentiful food for thought in Conrad Vernon and Greg Tiernan’s uproarious and potty-mouthed computer-animated comedy set in a supermarket where cute anthropomorphised perishables dream of a “great beyond” past the sliding front doors.

From the opening line, f- and c-bombs garnish dialogue as nouns, verbs and adverbs with a furious abandon usually reserved for Quentin Tarantino and Spike Lee.

It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet of filth and unabashed raunchiness including a full-blown baked goods and vegetables orgy in lurid close-up that ensures you will never look at a basket of groceries the same way.

If the script was merely obscenities, we would have our fill of Sausage Party after the first bulging mouthful.

Thankfully, beneath the vulgarity lurks a tangy satire of consumer greed and cultural, racial, sociopolitical and gender stereotypes that will have you smacking your lips with glee.

Sausage Party is exceedingly naughty, but nice.

The ramshackle plot incorporates myriad cinematic influences including a shopping trolley collision that unfolds like a scene of carnage from Saving Private Ryan and kitchen preparations that resemble a slasher horror.

At a bitesize 89 minutes, Vernon and Tiernan’s film leaves us hungry for more.