premise over actual kills (this didn’t always work as intended, but it provides for some great nostalgic fodder years later). It was a logical direction for the genre to move into, and it wasn’t a bad one either, except that many films suffered from style over substance. To give it credit, Death Spa at least tries to balance the two. It tries to be shlock, but cool schlock.
Laura Danvers (Brenda Bakke), a guest of the health spa, is using the sauna late one night when the temperature gets dangerously increased and toxic levels of chlorine fill the air. She doesn’t die, but she’s badly wounded and has to spend the rest of the film with comical eye patches over both eyes. Her boyfriend, Michael Evans (William Bumiller), is the owner of the high-tech health spa, and has recently suffered through the suicide of his wife, Catherine, the year before. His former brotherin-law—Catherine’s twin—is in charge of the gym’s state-of-theart computer system, and is the main suspect for the police. When several other guests get injured or murdered at the spa, suspicions increase, but the reasoning is even stranger than you think.