Leave it to Iguchi to capitalize on Rose McGowan’s machine-gun-sporting leg from Grindhouse: Planet Terror and amplifying it into a no-holds-barred vengeance-inspired blood bath. We’re not just talking buckets of blood here; we’re talking shower nozzles of blood. There’s more spurting severed limbs in this film than you can count and the only thing missing is a Teledyne shower pik for adjustable blood flow: from a smoke-like spray to a pat-pat-pat pulsing massage. Perhaps in the sequel?

Let alone that fashionistas will tremble in their seats appreciating the first drill bra that lifts and (I mean it)