Here Tsukamoto comes of cinematic age. Like his other films, the characters are naturally unattuned with their bodies, and through their insecurities become overwhelmed with their and each other's flesh (the end is the equivalent of a sadomasochistic circle-jerk). But this film has deeper subtext: the love triangle element allows for an exploration into the possessive nature of sex in/and relationships, what it takes to liberate the body, and thus a bit of underlying feminism.

Tsukamoto continues to explore themes of violent struggle against one's own body, but for as comically graphic as this is, it's a damn sight more restrained than the somewhat empty and dissatisfying "Tetsuo". While not terribly compelling, there are actual attempts at characterization and narrative here as well.

Typical Tsukamoto themes of transformation/body horror and the sensation of being trapped by the city and corporate world. Visually inspired and very bloody.