Pseudo-Samarai Hashimoto's rollicking running commentary is nowhere to be found. Without this borderline-offensive caricature to pad out the unrelated backlog of outdated Japanese sucking and fucking, we're left with the auditory equivalent of white noise.

The two sluggishly negligent scenes on tap are a giant step backwards for indigenous Asian smut's recent upgrades with the alternately grainy/pixilated transfer and corpse-caliber female performances downright infuriating.