Hello Supercult West! This is Supercult South Bad Movie Professor Cameron Coker (BS in “Busty Babes” with a minor in “Ghosts in the Machines”) and I’m reaching out to you from across the country to help hype tonight’s double feature concluding with Death Spa, a new and exciting reason to avoid gyms and exercise equipment!
All films, big or small, good or bad, begin with an idea. For Death Spa that idea came when Walter Shenson a 61-year-old gentleman producer who had previously worked on the Beatles’ films A Hard Day’s Night and Help! and Michael Fischa, an Australian theatre director looking to get into Hollywood who would eventually go on to direct films like My Mom’s a Werewolf and Deadtime Stories Vol. 1 and 2, said to each other, “I really want to do a silly horror movie!”
To be honest, that’s all it takes to get into the Supercult So Bad It’s Good Pantheon. A dream, and the willpower to make that hilariously campy dream come true! Well, that and a budget of less than a million dollars, unnecessary dubbing, partial nudity, exploding heads, possessed computer systems, death by frozen fish, 80s flash dance exercise scenes, literal buckets of blood, extras cast from a porn agency, extensive cuts in order to secure an R rating from the MPAA, and an alternate European title of Witch Bitch.
You know…just the basics.
Supercult West is proud to present the film that puts the Hell in Health and Fitness, Death Spa!