(1972)3.5Jonathan CrowHaving made such comparatively linear works as Go, Go Second Time Virgin and Violated Women in White, Koji Wakamatsu pushes the limits of narrative and experimental filmmaking with this exploitation freak out. This go around, Wakamatsu evokes the cloistered life and dry-mouthed paranoia of radical terrorists on the lam while fusing it with a dizzying assault of violent sex and nudity. In one scene, a longhaired thug plunges a pencil into the thigh of the female lead. The image is as grizzly as it is surreal in its sexual imagery. Wakamatsu makes deft use of sudden shifts in time, film stock (black-and-white to color), sound effects, and music to heighten the film's lyrical, nightmarish quality. A free jazz riff on radical politics and kinky sex, the plot as such may perpetually skirt incoherence but since Wakamatsu is such a gifted image-maker, the film never fails to shock, titillate, and transfix.