Getting the obvious questions out of the way first: yes, this movie contains cheerleaders; no, there's no explicit autopsy scenes, and no, it's not packed with nude scenes of nubile young girls.

What it is though is a cheaply shot gross-out comedy/horror flick that attempts to be so outrageously tasteless it's hoping to offend people. It doesn't reach that goal because it's done with such a juvenile approach and contains completely amateurish effects, but it's not the worst no-budget flick out there.

When the cheerleading squad from Stinkwater High, who's team is called the "Fighting Beavers" in the first of many lame sexual innuendo jokes, is accidentally run over by their bus after it breaks down (it pops out of gear when a drunken redneck nearby shoots the driver and coach with a gun while aiming for a tin can that's set up on a fence) the bodies end-up at the local mortuary. So far, so pointless. But things get even more wacky when it turns out the local mortician and his nephew have decided to sell the bodies for quick cash, the morgue's janitor is a creepy guy who'll later cut his penis off and sew on a new (bigger) one, and one of the cheerleaders isn't quite dead (she's just missing her legs, one arm, and half her face) which leads to... romance.

Yeah, Cheerleader Autopsy really doesn't have much plot to speak of as it's basically a whole lot of hammy acting, off-colour scenes, and a bunch of clowning around. This one is more black comedy than horror and actually manages to be more funny than it has any right to be and it's so utterly demented I couldn't help but enjoy myself to a point - that's not to say that it doesn't eventually get tiring even at a slim 73 minute running time.

If you want to see something truly bizarre and something that has no redeeming qualities then this is a good bet. (Chris Hartley, 2/27/05)

Directed By: Stu Dodge.
Written By: Stu Dodge.

Starring: Brian D. Smith, Brian C. Smith, Josh Latta, Misty Kapp.