To his credit, Terayama forged entirely cliche material into a film that is not entirely uninteresting, haunted, as it were, by poetry and violence. Rumour has it he fell into a coma and produced a prolonged training montage, occasionally emitting themes of destiny and youth in the form of psychedelic rock.
3.5 This often feels like two movies stitched together. Terayama's usual freakshow ne'er-do-wells linger in the background, hiding in the haze of his psychedelic filters while Bunta (in a surprisingly restrained performance) slugs it out in what seems to be a different film. Still, evocative visuals and a great soundtrack as expected from Terayama. It's a shame he didn't try his hand at the mainstream more often.