Cult

Cult ★★

“Is that a foreign name?”
“I don’t know. It’s from The Matrix.”

Ninety minutes of feverish, unrelenting nonsense that would probably take several conspiracy boards and at least one intense drug trip to unravel; by the time a Keanu Reeves-loving slacker emo exorcist uses Dragon Ball Z attacks on a floating demon head vomiting up hair tentacles, you’ve realized that asking questions just isn’t worth it. Shiraishi tries his hardest, at least - there are a few solid jumps here, albeit nothing on the same lasting level as Noroi - but the end result is more confusing than scary. Ends so abruptly you half expect it to give the viewers a hyperlink and ask them to figure it out themselves.