Hirata and his band of wannabe filmmakers, the self-proclaimed “Fuck Bombers,” will not let anything stop them from making their cinematic masterpiece. And their chance is about to fall into their laps: they just need to learn to collaborate with some yakuza, a former child star, and a hapless nerd.

Describing this metatextual romp from Sion Sono as a reflexive yakuza epic doesn’t begin to get at the gonzo schemes the Japanese auteur unleashes over its 129 minutes. A film about filmmaking stuffed with sociopaths, sexual deviants and hurricanes of blood, it’s a shot of pure cinematic adrenaline.