A genuinely sad and depressing piece of work, it probably wasn't a barrel of laughs to begin with but these days the utter philistinism and pointlessness of the acts of the super-wealthy would get anyone down. Mr Boy's arrested development isn't the worse modification - but subjecting your kid to medcial treatments to keep them twelve is honestly the rottenest thing and turning yourself into a replica of the statue of liberty doesn't even come across as some sort of performance art, just showing off your narcissism. There's nothing aesthetic or expressive or compulsive about the body modifications on display, it's all pure childishness, and really, really ugly. So, yeah. One of those stories that works almost too well at what it sets out to do. Yuck.