Nonstop violence, gallons of spurting blood, outrageous humor (a kitchen scene is a hoot), extreme vomiting, a drill bra, human sushi and tempura, and other perversity.

A riotous blend of arterial spray and grindhouse glee.

Shameless gore, gallows humor and guilty pleasures are the byproducts of a mechanical plot and impressive helming.

What’s most remarkable, and most exhilarating, about Machine Girl, is the extent to which it’s gratuitously gratuitous. It’s almost like the Naked Gun movies, but with decapitations replacing the stupid gags.