Here I am reviewing a film by the highly overrated Tsukamoto. Few times i've seen a director do so badly and make fun of the viewer. The story tells of this disturbed woman, who enjoys skewering the hands with a fork to those who try to have a date with her. And to cut herself to take away the stress. Then she meets a writer, played by our dear director, who wants to get together with her at all costs. And in order to succeed he even allows himself to be tied up and tortured. If this is humor, I don't get it. If they wanted to show what it takes to love, I still think differently. It's not love, it's mental illness. Idiot
movie, avoid like the plague.