Meatball Machine’s all-guns-blazing cavalcade of grotesqueries do not make for a passive filmgoing experience. Coming from a similar universe as Shinya Tsukamoto’s Tetsuo films, with surrealistic body-horror elements reminiscent of David Cronenberg, Sogo Ishii, William S. Burroughs and , this film is a very literal assault on the senses and, mark our words, it will leave your cortex begging for mercy. Is that a bad thing? Of course not, silly rabbit! But do proceed with caution because this is cinematic edgeplay, and it does stain. Buzzsaws and hand cannons sprout from infested bodies as semi-organic weaponry, eyeballs are drilled into aerosol, the "Necroborgs" themselves look like something that might transpire if HR Giger designed a GWAR concert and, perhaps nastiest of all, the audience is treated to numerous internal shots designed to show us exactly what is happening inside the film’s parasite-possessed characters. As you may suspect, things get messy and proceed to get… messier, making for an astoundingly gross experience that never fails to impress. Did we mention it’s also a love story?!