Stolen synopsis: Death Spa pounds enthusiastically on all the buttons an ‘80s horror movie set in a gym seems designed to press. There’s a plethora of eye candy in the form of neon-clad hardbodies, sexy aerobics, tanning bed abuse, homoerotic weight-lifting, group showers featuring jazzercized beauties, raging transphobia, and gruesome, inventive murders of neon-clad hardbodies that revolve around sexy aerobics, tanning bed abuse, homoerotic weight-lifting, group showers featuring jazzercized beauties, and raging transphobia. Death Spa is an hour and a half of everything the decade has to offer, from its charming excesses and exuberance to its ugly superficiality and queer-fear, melted down into a weird supernatural slasher.
