There is the saying that dogs are man’s best friend. That saying takes a massive turn for the worse in Strays, a talking dog comedy that is not so funny, and often disgusting and repulsive.

Strays gears on a small dog named Reggie (voiced by Will Ferrell). Reggie thinks he is connected to his owner, Doug (voiced by Will Forte), but Doug is a jerk and a slob of a dog owner who just sits and gets high and actually hates Reggie to the max. Reggie, however, views all the hatred as love (that is how messed up this movie is). Doug abandons Reggie, and Reggie assumes Doug is just playing a game. Before long Reggie meets another dog named Pug (voiced by Jamie Foxx). Pug is a dog with a gangster attitude who leads a group of bad dogs. As in really bad dogs, who only get worse.

Pug introduces Reggie to his group of dog friends, all of whom have very bad judgment, including Maggie (voiced by Isla Fisher) and Hunter (voiced by Randall Park). Ultimately, Reggie figures out that Doug abandoned him and decides that he wants revenge.

With all the bad directions Pug takes his gang, Strays has tons of quirky and crude moments, including dogs urinating in odd places and performing all kinds of crude acts. On top of that, the dogs get drunk from alcohol they find in garbage bags. Some of it seemed funny at first, but there were moments where I felt like I was going to throw up. Constant repulsiveness does not make for a fun and humorous ride.

To add some light to this bizarre and crazy experience, I will say that there were a few worthwhile moments. The dialogue between Ferrell and Fox as dogs was clever at times. And Strays does have a few hidden gems, moments that relate to other dog films. The first thirty minutes were not completely terrible, before it went down a rabbit hole of grossness and mediocrity. But thirty minutes at the start doesn’t make up for the never ending repulsiveness.

But probably my biggest problem with this film was its obsession with private parts. Dogs talking very graphically about wanting to hurt humans’ private parts, and a lot of talk about sexual scenarios. It all really is just too much. The sexual references and crude humor made me realize that this film was just poorly written and presented. Instead of fun, as Strays went on I just found more moments where I felt like I was going to vomit (again).

This talking-dog comedy crosses boundaries, as a lot of good comedies do. But this is not a good comedy. What is the point of the film—that dogs have freedom and seek redemption? Is that hilarious? The language is crude, the gross factor is high, and while the film feels hysterical in very brief fragments, the volume of ridiculousness skyrockets and it ends up being a waste of time. One out of four stars for Strays.