This is good, furthering my theory that Shinya Tsukamoto is good. What skirts close to Asia Extreme gratuity — amnesiac loner carves up corpses in forbidding environs — instead reveals itself to be a sorrowful exploration of identity, loss, and metaphysical presence. In lieu of answers, Tsukamoto gives us ordinary people working through the mystery of death from all angles, up to and including postmortem. While his carnal focus certainly makes itself known, it’s all part of a method, Tsukamoto’s conduit to the deeper workings of embodied human life. Brakhage would be proud.