In a wildly erratic yakuza ninja maelstrom with a lot of weird comedy breaks and sculpted heads getting crushed, the part that really came out of left field was the extremely slow climactic(?) wrestling sequence that felt like it more like something mistranslated from a 60s luchadore movie. Whatever it lacks in actual action choreography is largely made up for animated flame dragons, stylized sets, and eerie insect parts emerging from the torsos of henchmen while our hero can only shout "What are you!?"
Someone warned me that this was about 85 percent teen angst, but they failed to tell me that the other 15 percent was postmodern video diary structuralism, complete with Dennis Cooper name check. And I can't not love that early Araki energy, or the way gay fiction of this era posits a universe where straight people are relegated to background plot points at best. One of the leads gets seduced by the promise of rare Nine Inch Nails bootlegs, but honestly the whole early 90s industrial/fuzz zeitgeist soundtrack is a delight.