TIFF25 REVIEW: Junk World [2025]

Rating: NR | Runtime: 104 minutes
Release Date: June 13th, 2025 (Japan)
Studio: Aniplex
Director(s): Takahide Hori
Writer(s): Takahide Hori

How useless can you possibly be?

The film opens on a broken down “God” booting up to speak with primitive creatures and declare himself to actually be their God. Anyone who has seen Junk Head knows that “God” would never do such a thing. He spent that whole adventure laughing at the Mulligans hailing him as one because he was merely a human sent down into the depths of the underground on an insane expedition to solve the reproduction crisis above. Those weird humanoids were so removed from our history, though, that they assumed the surface was literally Heaven.

So, what is “God” doing at the start of Takahide Hori’s Junk World? Well, nothing. Because that’s not “God”—at least not the one we know. The only real connective tissue to the animator’s previous feature is therefore the thematic element that this robotic model would be used to house the consciousness of someone others believe to be a deity (until the end credit stinger provides a more concrete tether). The reason is simple: this chapter takes place a millennia before its predecessor. Humans aren’t just egos protected within shells. They still look like us.

Even so, this isn’t the origin of everything with Hori’s universe. It’s not even the origin of that specific body. We do, however, learn more about both via exposition explaining our entry point being two hundred and thirty years after the Third Truce Agreement between humans and Mulligans—the third since the latter rebelled against their maker and declared the underworld their domain. Both sides are still indoctrinated to hate the other, but enough generational peace has allowed for a joint expedition to study a mysterious scientific anomaly.

The humans are led by Lady Torys (Atsuko Miyake) and her robot sidekick Robin (Kusako Matsuoka) since Ambassador Morse (Hori) and his sycophant (Miyake) are useless figureheads who complain more than anything else. The Mulligans are led by Dante (Hori), known to be one of the oldest of their artificial species. Both are soldiers in it for the adventure and driven by justice. So, they’re quick to become allies once a common trust is cultivated courtesy of a radical Mulligan cult known as the Gyura trying to kill them.

That sect is very Yiga Clan coded from Breath of the Wild and led by Prion (Hori) to seek dominion over the entire planet by ritualistically consuming humans. The anomaly is a temporal rift that can take anyone who enters it to the past and therefore create the potential of branching an alternate dimension. And there’s still another character named Bastet (Miyake) who we won’t meet until the logistics of what’s transpiring takes fuller shape in Act II. Because, unlike Junk Head‘s violently meandering skit-like progression, Junk World has a solid script.

Everything about this film is a massive step-up. The choice to stay above ground with humans ups the ante as far as character design (even the lumpier Mulligans are given more detailed wardrobe—with the Gyura’s being S&M inspired—for more elaborate movements) and the alternate world narrative allows for new species to be born that look wholly different from anything else we’re seen. The action is full hand-to-hand combat rather than just running and crushing too. Even the mushrooms have become more anatomically correct (iykyk).

Hori’s humor is also more assured with silliness via farts and farce via music cues augmenting the built-in homoeroticism born from Prion’s leather-clad autocracy and Morse’s lackey going full Smithers to his Mr. Burns. Even the “stupidity” gags come off less mean because it’s not Mulligans mocking “Junkers” for being useless like in the first film. Hori is instead mocking characters like Morse by ensuring their penchant for name-calling is more about their own entitlement than their victim’s struggles. He’s punching up rather than down. It makes a difference.

The plot’s cohesiveness is the real bright spot, though. While I remember the two-hour Junk Head at Fantasia Fest feeling long, the tighter 100-minute cut released four years later didn’t solve all its pacing issues. This one conversely flies—a major compliment considering its sci-fi conceit demands we watch certain sequences two or three times from alternate vantage points and realities. These loops are strong with the choice to only show one character’s full journey through the anomaly (so the rest can be inferred) proving crucial to that swiftness.

Hori gets it too. Not only does he excise the boring pieces inherent to intentional repetition, he also mocks his own convolution by having his characters express a willingness to explain the science only for Torys to say, “No thanks.” Because it’s not necessary (if it’s truly explainable at all). We get the gist to let the emotions of Torys, Dante, Robin, and Bastet carry us through. Its environment must eventually degrade into the dirty industrial void of despair we see a thousand years later, so we know everyone isn’t getting a happy ending. Except us.

The stop-motion animation earns a smile regardless of the weightier plot and nimbler production design increasing our investment in the whole. So too does discovering the latest crazy, grotesque, and funny ideas Hori concocts to test our gag reflexes and dare us to jump up and cheer when someone deserving of a comeuppance finally receives it (sometimes more than once). It all coalesces into a truly singular piece of art that should be too niche for the immense effort necessary to bring it to life. That’s the beauty of independent filmmaking.