There’s a blooper reel showing the actors attempting to cook chanko-nabe for real. It’s funnier than half the film’s actual script.
The third act becomes predictable to a fault. You will know exactly when Kenji hits his lowest point, exactly when he has a late-night epiphany looking at a poster of a samurai, and exactly who will win the final tournament. For viewers craving narrative surprise, this is a letdown. sumo movie