The Milk of Aku glorifies the home-invasion subgenre, isolating the moment of intrusion in a swift and twisted narrative. The film indulges in ritualistic sadism while retaining a distinct and stately aesthetic sensibility. The Milk of Aku is a film of antitheses; beauty and perversity, evil and good, dream and reality, ying and yang. It is a breath of fresh air in what seems to be the stuffiest age this genre has ever seen.
