Film

Meatball Machine

Name: Meatball Machine
Genre: Horror, Science Fiction, Action
Released: 2006
Cast: Issey Takahashi, Aoba Kawai, Kenichi Kawasaki, Tarō Suwa, Shoichiro Masumoto

Meatball Machine is a delirious Japanese splatter-horror that weaponizes body horror into a love story. Grotesque biomechanical aliens parasitize humans, turning them into flesh-armored killers locked in violent combat. It's deliberately excessive, reveling in practical effects gore and absurdist invention. For viewers who treat extreme cinema as art rather than spectacle, who find formal beauty in viscera, who want something that swings for the fences and doesn't care if it clears them.

TMDb rating

2.7

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