First half is great, it’s Tsukamoto stripping every part of his aspect to this bare minimum and it’s effectively creepy and engrossing.

Then the second half starts and doesn’t really do anything new narratively and also decides to get more outlandish but it doesn’t fully commit like a Tokyo Fist and soils all the minimalism of the first half since it no longer commits to that.

By the end I thought it was just alright. Wish the first half was…