Willow Maclay’s review published on Letterboxd:
I have no idea how to rate this, but does anybody?
Total delinquent cinema with a real "who gives a fuck? Let's just do it" attitude to just about everything ranging from cinematic form, violence, sexual politics, you name it. This is probably the zenith of Miike's V-Cinema tendencies that would soon fade into oblivion as the United States absorbed the market and the money dried up in Japan. Here, Miike comes into full grasp of his inclinations toward Sadistic Chuck Jones cartoon buffoonery with hacked limbs, sliced tongues and busted bodies. None of this is real but it is so because of an animated spirit processed through live action special effects. The movie feels overlong, but it wouldn't be itself if it were not shaggy, bloated and put together with about as much care as throwing a bucket of paint at a wall, but isn't that release of just fucking going out there and doing it sometimes exhilarating? Miike loves making movies, but he has absolutely no concept of respectability or rules or form. He's a rascal and this is his bible. The greatest pervert of them all. A complete disaster. Unrepentant and totally unadmirable, but strangely beautiful and disquieting, because it's so totally his, scars and all.