Gestating deep in the pits of a Minotaur's bowels, Gozu's narrative erupts from the insides of a sidewalk-spiked chihuahua, strewn across the shop window as insanity itself glares daggers through the blood into your soul.
Slapstick comedy sprinkled throughout as Minami traverses through the spirit underworld of Nagoya looking for his yakuza brother, Ozaki. Cross-dressing coffee shop owners with complimentary chicken custard as a silver track suit wearing man repeats the same line of dialogue over a telephone receiver. Bones of the disposed yakuza causing flat tires. Elderly women lactating. Minotaurs as schlubs, licking faces and delivering packages. All of these things set to the music of various stringed instruments being tortured by bawling babies.
Perhaps the most disturbing reincarnation/rebirth ever.
A hallucinatory fever dream of disquieting imagery as one strolls through the world of the dead, compelling and unnerving.
Grow some balls Hollywood and remake this one.