Halt at once! For I am obese, slightly xenophobic and in possession of a stick.

A midnight movie that’s good any time of the day, comedian Hitoshi Matsumoto’s insanely surreal 2007 mockumentary, Big Man Japan, chronicles the sad middle-age years of the titular superhero, who has lost the love of a once-adoring nation. Most of the time the hero is known as Daisato (played by Matsumoto), a long-haired slacker who’s been dumped by his wife and has to care for his senile grandfather. But with the application of electrodes to his nipples, he inflates to elephantine proportions and battles monsters that look like mutant Ron Mueck sculptures come to life.

The problem is, the Japanese people are bored by his act and think he’s more trouble than he’s worth. In its own way, the movie is a paean to the larger-than-life myths and legends that have been diminished by the Information Age. But mostly it’s about a 200-foot sumo wrestler with a billy club battling the Strangler, the Stink Monster and the Evil Stare Monster, each a more wonderfully bizarre creation than the last. During the climactic battle, something amazingly strange and wholly disorienting occurs. It’s completely crazy and a fitting conclusion. (Available from Netflix and other outlets.)