Film

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Name: Tetsuo: The Iron Man
Genre: Horror, Science Fiction
Released: 1989
Cast: Tomorowo Taguchi, Shinya Tsukamoto, Kei Fujiwara, Nobu Kanaoka, Naomasa Musaka

Tetsuo: The Iron Man is a 67-minute cattle-prod of a movie — black-and-white, stop-motion-stuttering, shot on no budget and pure adrenaline. It's Shinya Tsukamoto's one-man scream about flesh losing to metal, told through jump-cuts and clanking sound design rather than dialogue. Not for anyone wanting story or comfort — this is pure sensory assault, gleeful and grotesque, for people who like their horror unfiltered and industrial.

TMDb rating

7.0

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