When a violent earthquake hits Los Angeles and causes havoc and the death toll increased mysteriously, as survivors do their best to find out a way to survive in such hard atmosphere.
Despite its love of toilet humour, and attempts to be disgusting and oh-so edgy, Kuso is nothing but a humourless and tiresome trudge, destined to be watched only by young teenagers with poor taste in films.
[An] insufferable mishmash of interwoven segments - aimless in themselves, even more so as a whole - almost entirely concerned with bodily functions and bodily fluids.
Each episode is very different, but they are all unified by a thematic focus on graphic sex, arseholes (both kinds!), bugs, Cronenbergian metamorphoses, and elements of self-reflexive metacinema.
Kuso could scarcely be called a film proper; it's more like a feature-length sequence of moving pictures and disparate narratives that seem perpetually engaged in a game of one-upmanship, the point being for each image to be grosser ...
