Everything I know about insatiable human perversion I've learned from Asian cinema. It's true! All forms of nifty suffering — be it sexual, physical, or emotional — can be found throbbing and pulsating their way through the degenerate exploitation films pouring like infected pus from the open wound of the Eastern underground film scene.
It's here that I learned about the dangers of sucking on a live hair dryer, the benefits of eating discarded gore wrapped inside a tasty dumpling, and the lengths I must go to if and when I discover a beautiful mermaid swimming within the depths of the American sewer system. While not all of these putrid examples make for quality motion pictures, they do help keep one informed about the risks involved when traveling abroad.
Just when I was about to tell no one in particular that I've witnessed every kind of degenerate activity known to mankind unfold across my television screen, I received a copy of Osamu Fukutani's bowel-churning opus The Last Supper (aka Saigo no bansan). While it never elicits the kind of grotesque visual dry heave that the Guinea Pig series or its imitators can sometimes induce, this cannibalistic free-for-all has definitely left its mark on my patent-pending Barf-O-Meter, especially if you're the type who abhors messy meat-eating. Truth be told, this highly-educational film should be issued to prospective plastic surgery candidates days before their scheduled procedure in order to document what their practitioner may or may not be doing with their unwanted wobbly bits.
The Last Supper painstakingly follows the seedy exploits of Mikiya Yangihara, a bumbling plastic surgeon who steadily begins to improve his reconstructive game by ingesting the discarded remains of the women he's hired to sculpt. After cooking up a juicy batch of liposuctioned fat with a generous sprinkling of salt and pepper, the good doctor's physical appearance begins to transmutate into that of a handsome, square-jawed Japanese heartthrob. Unfortunately for the female population, Yangihara's appetite for the delicate meat of a woman continues to grow abnormally large, forcing him to take a few desperate measures to keep his refrigerator fully stocked.
Mikiya's adventures eventually lead him through the back alleyways of the Hong Kong underworld, where he pays thousands of hard-earned dollars to butcher a woman in the privacy of a secluded warehouse in the middle of nowhere. This, of course, allows him to sink even deeper into his self-made universe of unchecked cannibalistic depravity. With dozens of pretty severed heads cooling in the fridge, it's only a matter of time before Yangihara's dark secrets are spoiling on the sidewalk with the rest of the world's rubbish. Powered by sweet human meat and financed by a stable of wealthy celebrity clients, can this eater of men fillet his way out of the mess he's unwittingly sculpted for himself before his lifestyle swallows him whole?