This was a while back, so it may not be as bad as my memory paints it. But the memory is bad enough so that I'm reluctant to revisit it.

Understood. I had been waiting for somebody to be turned into a literal book since about the fifteen-minute mark, so the skinning was not a shock—and I would not have found it at all distasteful if it had been Nagiko making the book.

I saw the severely cut version they released in the theatres, and loved even that.

I didn't know there was a severely cut version. I wonder which one I saw last fall at the Brattle.