As the joke goes, there was some much money floating around in the mid-eighties that just about any (and every) story concept that was proposed could get green-lit as an OVA. And this, my fine friends, is the proof that is true. I can only imagine that the director decided to chomp down on a whole pile of mushrooms, and then tell his assistant, "Okay, now write down everything that I say for the next three hours. And we will turn that into an anime." So what is the result?Well, there's no story. There's no plot. There's no words. It's just a sort of stream of consciousness dreamscape of disconnected images, featuring three guys in nothing but grass skirts (overtly racist character designs at that) running around doing...stuff.

There is no point to all of this. At least, as far as I can tell. It's the sort of thing that you would expect to appear out of nowhere at 2AM on a bleary-eyed broadcast of Nightflight on the USA Network in 1986.

It's decently animated, at least. Seems to me it was almost an exercise in the animator saying "let me show off all the different ways I can animate things!". And, the soundtrack is also decent enough. It's just...there's no point. At all.