It’s told “relay”-style, with one of three directors each taking on a different chapter, although you can’t really tell: Tak Sakaguchi, (Yakuza Weapon), Yoshihiro Nishimura (Helldriver) and Noboru Iguchi (Karate-Robo Zaborgar). That three cooks are stirring the pot matters as much as the plot, which is minimal — at least a lucid one. Just know that schoolgirl Rin (Yumi Sugimoto) discovers she has an effed-up hand — which is nothing compared to her father’s crotch and chest — but finds out she’s not alone when introduced to other girls with mutated defects, like having an elephant nose and octopus arms.
Squad’s lowbrow highlight emerges when the girls meet a whole slew of female super-mutants with even more highly specific powers: boobs that sprout swords, a belly that literally dances, a rear end that houses a pop-out chain saw, and so on.
From there, it’s a cry of “We must stop terrorism!” and a musical number before the near-nonstop bloodshed begins. Many heads are sliced into thirds — mostly horizontally, but also vertically — but all body parts are at risk. It rains blood so much throughout, I hesitate to think of the production’s laundry bills. But really, this is the kind of movie where thinking is discouraged.
Mutant Girls Squad is not a good movie, unless you stack it against the typical Sushi Typhoon product, in which case it handily wins by comparison. —Rod Lott