This is an incredibly ugly movie that I nonetheless enjoyed and couldn't look away from- that's pretty meta considering that this seems to be the crux of the film itself. The violence depicted, rather than being glamorised, is spontaneous and often cruel, yet you the watcher, and the people within the film, follow it with eagerness. Rather than helping the wounded or stepping in (until it's too late, at least), the spectators of the brawls are content to stand by, film the action, post it on social media to riotous public interest- and in Kitahara's case, join in with sadistic glee. Destruction Babies doesn't exist to entertain, it exists to educate, or at least warn, of the transformative effects of violence on a personal and social level. Violence isn't so much of a trait as a disease that can breed within one person and spread to many, many more.
Yagira Yūya had about three or four lines in total but he was absolutely incredible in the most disturbing way possible. Suda Masaki and Komatsu Nana over-acted in some instances but they played their roles with a near-despicable prowess. If you don't like seeing a lot of blood this might not be the best film to watch to wind down.

(SMH people shouldn't instantaneously give a film a poor review without considering its purpose)