Ah, Miike, he never lets us down. Just when you've become accustomed to 'Gozu', accepted its tangential, Lynchian dynamics, its nostalgical, instamatic washed-out visuals, its gold and silver lamé quirkiness -- Miike hits you with a super low blow right at the end, leaving you reeling and wanting to watch the whole thing again, knowing it will seem completely different second time around.For most of its length, though, 'Gozu' is Miike-Lite: curiously innocent and affable yakuzas, bizarre supporting characters (a trio of transvestite coffee shop owners, a prodigiously-lactacting middle-aged hoteliere, and the drooling bovine stranger of the title -- 'Gozu' = 'cow-head'), occasional and oddly bloodless acts of Young Ones-style violence. There's some delicious comic acting and the aforementioned photography -- everything looks stained with nicotine, or maybe urine -- produces some stunning urban landscapes. And then, just when you thought this was Miike on autopilot'But I won't spoil it. This is as good a place as any to start with the great man's work, and though initially more palatable than many of his films, like all the best ones it takes some time to digest.