Three completely different stories. Three completely different artists. Each one moves like nothing else on screen, and the hand-drawn craft in every frame feels like watching someone think in animation. The labyrinth breathes. The racer's psychokinesis warps space itself. The robots argue philosophy while the jungle grows over everything. You won't understand all of it. That's not the point. This is animation as pure cinema, where style doesn't decorate the story, it is the story.
Three separate visions of chaos unfold across this anthology film. In the first, a girl and her feline companion tumble through a fractured mirror into a maze where nothing follows logic and the inhabitants wear their strangeness like skin. The deeper she ventures, the harder it becomes to remember which side of reality she started from. The second segment propels viewers into a future where racing transcends mere speed. A hardened driver channels telekinetic fury to dominate opponents during what might be his last competition, bending metal and will across a neon-soaked circuit. Finally, a corporate climber finds himself abandoned in an overgrown jungle tasked with shutting down machines that have forgotten how to stop. Days of escalating absurdity follow as he battles automation itself, watching the wilderness reclaim what humans built. Neo Tokyo stitches together three darkly inventive stories that blur the line between science fiction and fever dream. Each installment prizes atmosphere over explanation, leaving you uncertain whether you witnessed prophecy or madness. The result is deliberately disorienting and utterly hypnotic.