Here’s another one of those movies I saved to my watchlist while scrolling for something to watch. I do this every day. I see movies I want to watch eventually, but not right then, so I save them for the right time. Tonight’s movie is revenge story called Death Spa.

Woman alone at a health club. Imagine carrying around giant glass bottles of water. Sheesh. Time for a nice naked steam. Huh. Chlorine vapor. Chemical burns. Wonder how that happens. Always a creep watching the security cameras. Okay, now many of these lovely ladies was this guy getting friendly with. Seems the dead wife knew. Yep. Sweet dreams, my dude. Dreaming of his wife burning to a crisp. Oh shit, showers gone mad. Dang. Machine really fucked that guy up. Ooooh shit. Oh. Lame. What the hell. She lit herself on fire? Let’s see if the dreams give more context as the movie goes on. Whoa whoa whoa. What are you up to, twinsies. Ew. Holy crap she’s still alive somehow. Yikes. This ghost is mad af. So she set herself on fire after becoming paralyzed from the waist down as a result of complications of a pregnancy (and stillbirth) that she didn’t want in the first place. Cops parking in a red zone. Tsk tsk. Interesting. Got a little bit of a Norman Bates situation going on. Well that escalated quickly.

Closing thoughts: not bad. Lots of spandex, muscles, and nudity, as is common for that era of horror. I guess my main problem with this movie is that the dead wife takes her revenge on the women her husband flirted with instead of her wannabe playboy husband.