If the makers of Cube had taken an overdose of wasabi every 5 seconds, their film would probably have looked like this. Because although this grotesque spectacle seems to show a sporadically hint of existentialism, the viewer is repeatedly overwhelmed by the bizarre excrement of director Matsumoto’s brain. He is the only one on this planet who knows how to bundle pink toothbrushes, a mountain of sushi and a masked Mexican wrestler into a visually tingling feast.
What would you do if you woke up in a bright white room and suddenly saw a cherub penis in the wall?
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