IT'S IMPOSSIBLE to describe Why Don't You Play in Hell? with words, which is the nicest thing I can think to say about any movie. This one's a madhouse of a thing, kinetic and weird and funny and full of blood (so much blood), but most important, there's no way Sion Sono's bugfuck-crazy film could exist in any other medium. There's no way to even talk about it in any other medium. Here's my best shot, but you should probably just watch the movie instead, which opens by introducing a halfwit crew of amateur filmmakers who call themselves the Fuck Bombers.

The Fuck Bombers are tremendously unsuccessful—until they find themselves in cahoots with yakuza boss Muto (Jun Kunimura), who has to make a movie in 10 days. Muto also wants to kill a rival yakuza clan, and thus, a terrible idea: The Fuck Bombers decide to tag along, filming the carnage as Muto's crew carries out their hit. ("Let's make a movie!" one of Muto's lackeys proclaims. "And kill the enemy!" yells another.) Also, Muto's gorgeous daughter, Mitsuko (Fumi Nakaidô)—whose acting experience consists of being in a toothpaste commercial when she was a kid—wants a starring role. Also she is a sociopath.

From the Fuck Bombers' desperate, full-hearted idealism—they repeatedly pray to the "Movie God," asking to make "the most miraculous movie ever"—to moments of Mitsuko singing a catchy toothpaste jingle while dancing ankle-deep in blood, this deranged, cartoony, careening bit of genius mashes up Japanese yakuza movies and Hong Kong kung fu flicks and old-school slapstick, throwing in winking electric guitar riffs and jokes both broad and razor sharp. Sono both reveres and skewers his characters (sometimes literally), and his movie is an earnest, sweet love letter to filmmaking and a vicious dig at anyone insane enough to be a filmmaker. It's vibrant and funny and great, and I give up trying to describe it, and simply ask that you watch it, immediately, this second. Cut down anyone who dares stand in your way.