Variety
Watching Sion Sono’s unruly telepathic sex comedy “The Virgin Psychics” is a bit like having a dog hump your leg for the better part of two hours; it’s filthy and monotonous and fairly interminable, but after a while you’ve been so thoroughly numbed that you have to admit it’s kind of sweet. At the very least, one has to admire the Japanese auteur’s stamina: Following “Love & Peace,” “Shinjuku Swan,” “Tag” and “The Whispering Star,” this cheerfully gutter-minded supernatural farce is Sono’s fifth feature to emerge this year, and it more than compensates for whatever the earlier movies may have lacked in Japanese schoolgirl fetishism, perspiring cleavage, levitating sex toys and slap-you-in-the-face erection gags.
