Coming at you like a mutant fusion of David Lynch and that one friend in high school who would find the grossest things on the internet and make you watch, this movie knows no limits and has as such expanded my personal understanding of how messed up a movie could be. There are some moments of genuine comedy gold, and a few scenes of delicious absurdism that rival Lynch's most off the wall arthouse antics, but also a lot of sophomoric scatological nonsense that pushes your buttons just to watch you squirm. I can't help but admire how far it chose to push things, even if I may never chose to watch it again.
Review of Kuso
