Like T-Malick's great war movie this similarly follows men doing petty things in a great overwhelming nature. Where his is poetry this is sheer horror; an exaggeration on the aesthetics of violence. Seeing this in a cinema was visceral, the sound mixing especially being intense and uncomfortable. This is notably more personal, the face close-ups remind of Come and See and the hand-held has excellent impact.
FNC '14 Tsukamoto adapts the Shohei Ooka novel but severely miscalculates the novel's intent getting lost in an ever increasing gorefest whereas the classic '59 adaptation by Kon Ichikawa captured something far deeper. Tsukamoto has made some classic genre flicks (Tetsuo, Tokyo Fist, A Snake of June) but fails here in applying the same aesthetic numbing the viewer to its extremities.