In what may or may not be an auto-biography, Terayama explores his past and the relationship we have with our memories, in a grotesque serie of poetic symbolism, bizarre surrealism, haikus, tragic tales of love and innocence, beautiful scenery and interesting cinematography, all wrapped in a self-referential, intellectually thought-provoking exploration of how our lives are affected by our childhood memories. A magnificent balance between indulgent surrealism and thoughtful objectivism, while still not being really experimental.

What in the Actual F i just watched, i just see this film as a failing and terrible attempt to copy Alejandro Jodorowsky's "The Holy Mountain".

Few films are as audacious and unrelentingly imaginative as this one. Set in a dreamlike rural Japan, the story starts out to be about an adolescent boy's attempt to escape his overprotective mother and then surprisingly becomes a filmmakers desire to confront his own elaborated creation. There is also an effort to reconcile the individual with the collective or old and new Japan through this parade of emblematic images. Gossiping women wear sinister eye patches. An outcast simple-minded woman drowns her own baby and later returns as a sophisticated prostitute. A circus fat lady yearns to have her fake body inflated by a dwarf. Curious and astounding scenes abound, all contributing to an overwhelming experience of a creative mind interrogating itself.