joseph’s review published on Letterboxd:
fast, frantic, garishly violent, but not shallow. tsukamoto pursues his vision unerringly, doesn't let up for even a second. in a neoliberal hellscape of glossy highrises and enervating pointless wage labour, all problems - interpersonal and structural - are channelled through violence, to others and/or to oneself. the action takes place mostly in small apartments, nondescript and dank outdoor urban spaces, and a crepuscular boxing gym. the male characters take chunks out of each other while the woman - the focal point of the love triangle - pierces herself with metal rods and ink. the last ten or twenty minutes stressed me tf out. agh. horrible but compelling in a way.