The exuberant cruelty in this film wears me down to the point I just want it to be over by the time it hits its final act... but it keeps going. It demonstrates, through violence, people who are desperate to connect to others but cannot. The final act seems to promise an explosive, gory climax, but instead fizzles into sadness. It's frustrating and beautiful.
I wasn't bothered by the torture and gore so much as the meandering middle section. I give it a lot of points for the audacity of its content and statement on voyeurism and violence, but it was very hard to sit through the middle when people practically walk in dazed circles for half an hour.
Everything about this film, extreme violence included, is reminiscent of cartoons and b-movie kitsch. the violence, though superficially grotesque, has no truly repulsive psychological element, and so remains superficial. It's not so much a meditation on violence as a deliberate exercise in bad taste.