KILLER WORKOUT
If aerobo-cheese is your bag, do not miss
If seeing lots of women with tight, tight buns and jiggling breasts is your bag, and if the thought of unbelievably bad 80's-style synth-pop piques your interest ("Areobicide, workin' out until you die...areobicide, searchin' for that perfect body..."), you could do worse with this silly little slasher flick.
Trying to get a tan for her Cosmo photo shoot tomorrow (!), an up-and-coming would-be supermodel strips down and gets in the tanning bed. Alas, she appears to have set the bed on its ill- advised Extra Crispy setting, and she ends up char-broiled.
Flash forward five years, and gorgeous women left and right are getting knocked off at the spa by somebody wielding what appears to be a big safety pin, the kind that'd fasten the kilt on the Friendly Giant.
Enter a cop who has to contend with his ever-dwindling supply of (white!) body bags. This guy's a real pro - when he tries to gain entrance to a suspect's house, he doesn't announce that he's a policeman until the fourth "Open up!"
The gore isn't very interesting, and there's not too much of it, but something about this movie keeps me from judging it too harshly. I dunno - there's just some sort of trashy appeal at work here, and it hooked me enough to eat up 90 minutes of my time without too much fidgeting.
Strange note - one scene has three young punks spraypainting "AEROBICIDE" and "DEATH SPA" on the spa's front window. Aerobicide is the film's alternate title, but Death Spa is another movie entirely.
If you're in the mood for aerobo-cheese, see this one back to back with Ninja III: The Domination.