Man, what a three hours long steaming hot mess was that? But at least it's the commendable kind of mess, wearing its heart and anti-war messages on its sleeve in the classic Nobuhiko Ōbayashi way - a film i couldn't imagine having been made by any other director.

Making it to the end of this pop-art marathon of classic war movie clichés, crude chroma-key compositions, fart jokes and cheesy emotions demands quite some indulgence from the viewer yet leaves you with a great deal of respect for the determination of a terminally ill director finishing his very last film against all odds. Obayashi tried boldly and failed gloriously. Would you expect anything less from the dude who directed the 1977 cult classic House?