One of the more purely enjoyable films I've seen for a while. Hard to do justice to it by way of a summary, but at its centre is a man who wakes up to find himself in a large, white, apparently featureless room but, on closer inspection, discovers that there are hundreds (perhaps thousands) of little protrusions from the walls and floor - turns out they're little cherubs' penises - which, when pressed, produce some more or less repeatable effect (various objects shoot out from concealed hatches in the wall; water starts pouring from above directly onto his head, wherever he moves to; a mysterious, African appearing figure materialises and sprints across the room to disappear through the opposite wall).
It's played for laughs, often of the slapstick, the absurd and the more purely metaphysical all at the same time, and it is frequently laugh out loud funny; intercut are scenes from another story, involving a conspicuously mediocre Mexican wrestler ('Escargot Man'), the connection to which is made apparent near the end. Inventive, deadpan, unashamedly low-brow at points, ultimately gesturing at a vague sense of the profound, it's a peculiar (and perhaps peculiarly Japanese) kind of divine comedy.
(w/ M; Wei and AM also there; likewise Adam P, and a pair of his/M's friends, C & P)
