Sometimes you have to applaud a movie that brazenly refuses to give a shit about how ridiculous it is. While some movies, even the most extreme, restrain themselves in certain areas, others push every bit of the envelope until it’s so far away as to forget there ever was an envelope at all. Or what an envelope looks like. Or what the word “envelope” even means. That is also happens to be absurd to the point of sublimity, which just adds to the amazing insanity of it. The film to which I’ve laid all this hyperbole is none other than the 1991 martial arts gore-fest Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky – the campiest, cheesiest, most violent film I think I’ve ever seen. Is it trying to be taken seriously? Is it a hilarious joke? I still have no idea, but what I do know is that people get their heads punched off. A lot.