three stars because it qualifies as art, but, tbh, i was bored and annoyed through this "classic"....pick a theory on what it's about (the execution of the "story", especially the hyper-hyperbolic editing kinda ruins the effect of not only watching it, but delivering it's message (assuming it even has one),,,if it does it's Cronenberg/Ballard territory...ima go watch some tarkovsky soon, this was too fucking spastic,
"Our love can put an end to this fucking world!" "Bllllerrrrghh" /vomits yogurt. Marrying Švankmajerian tactility to a punk sensibility. I am only partially ashamed to say that I find Nobu Kanaoka with the metallic pipe appendage really fucking hot. It's a film that makes perverts out of the best (and worst) of us!
Now that's some nice and gory cyber-punk sex madness. You can certainly take from it whatever you feel it's being communicated, and there's no shortage of different theories going around. However, none of that matters as much as what you should take from its frenetic and all over the place visuals and, of course, the soundtrack, the most underrated aspect on this one.
Heavily influenced by Eraserhead, Akira, and potentially the works of David Cronenberg, Tetsuo, the Iron Man is the most grossly derivative masterpiece you'll ever see. The many shamelessly co-opted elements of others' work cohere into a truly unique work of art which so radically energetic, violent, and perverse that I've come to see it as the Japanese answer to Italian Futurism. It truly is in a league of its own.