A strange one. The packaging of this film gave me absolutely no idea what was going to happen and in retrospect was totally incongruous to the celluloidal (hidden) 'truths'. Expectations regarding this film were based upon my understanding of the 'Pink Japan' genre as little more than soft-porn-as-art, however I was pleasantly surprised. A difficult, convoluted narrative allows a neo-psychedelic trip into murder and sexual deviance. But, I would NOT describe this as a drug movie - rather a psychosexual drama that develops, and then exceeds, horror conventions. The tension between the actors - due to recording under severe time and money restrictions - is used to create a claustrophobic and giddily effective (and affective) mind-piece. (Not least by the inclusion of Tokyo's own cannibal extraordinaire Issei Sagawa, who adds a credible menace to the celluloid depravity.)
The filming is exceptional in that the disorientation of both the cast and the viewer/voyeur intermingle to create a frightening sense of temporal and spatial disorder. Don't expect a single-layered, formulaic thriller-by-numbers. This film operates in multiples, in pluralities; the narrative is multidirectional, demanding more from the viewer than the usual passive, slack-jawed osmosis response (this DEFINITELY ain't Hollywood, Toto).
An amalgamation of curious Alice in Wonderland stylings with dark atrophied narrative structures. Sexual hell.