Killer Workout – aka Aerobicide (1987)

Killer Workout 1987 Review

Tagline: Something very unhealthy is happening at Rhonda’s health club.

Director: David A. Prior

Writer: David A. Prior

Starring: Marcia Karr, David James Campbell, Fritz Matthews, Ted Prior, Teresa Van der Woude, Richard Bravo, Dianne Copeland, Laurel Mock, Lynn Meighan, Teresa Truesdale, Denise Martell, Michael Beck, John Robb, Joel Hoffman

18 | 1hr 25min | Horror

Budget: Unknown


Review

Killer Workout is a feminist’s nightmare.

Released at the tail end of the slasher boom, it manages to freshen an exhausted genre by using its most obvious ingredients to smother you like a sopping pair of heaving bosoms. In cinematic terms, there is nothing remotely original about the film, but through sheer audacity it manages to carve out a niche for itself, and if nothing else it is a movie you are unlikely to forget in a hurry – particularly if you’re male.

The 1980s was a decade defined almost exclusively by image. The rise of MTV would lead to an upturn in teenage marketing, and with the sleek medium of the pop music video promoting physical perfection, teenagers would find themselves with much to live up to. But the obsession didn’t stop there. Self-improvement was the goal for all demographics of the Reagan era, and as self-styled Masters of the Universe aspired to Wall Street decadence, a pumped-up Schwarzenegger became Hollywood’s biggest movie star, while Jane Fonda would lead the aerobics home video revolution for housewives across America.

Killer Workout 1987

DVD extras include Teresa Van der Woude’s original audition footage.

Killer Workout is an exercise in shrewd marketing which plays on those fears and obsessions. The movie takes place almost entirely in a health club, where gorgeous women pump and sweat to 80s pop music and musclebound jerks deride their mysterious in-house murderer for not raping his victims first. This is deplorable, morally corrupt behaviour for sure, but in a world where scantily-clad chicks walk around with purses full of condoms and break into men’s lockers with the intention of sniffing their jock straps, you kind of get the impression they would get off on that kind of talk.

Squeezing its way into the barrage of MTV-style pornography there is something resembling a plot as various douchebags leave painfully obvious hints that they are perhaps the culprit, but if you haven’t figured out the identity of the killer after the first five minutes you’re either not very bright or utterly distracted by the ceaseless flesh banquet steaming up the cinematographer’s lens – and dollars to doughnuts it is the latter.

Killer Workout 1987 Review

When I get home I’m gonna boil you and put you on a sandwich!

In the world of director David A. Prior, women are little more than accessories to spandex, a species so devoid of honour and propriety that they will jump into bed with any man who blinks at them, only to puss and weep at the merest hint of rejection. When not doing everything in their power to please their male overlords, they are seething neon bitches ripe for the slaughter, ready to expose themselves at a moment’s notice in their fickle quest to stave off the competition.  

It is these insecurities which act as the red herring in the room. Everyone seems to have their heart set on someone, and as come-ons fail bodies fall, leading to the involvement of the comically inept Detective Morgan (Campbell) and his badly-dressed platoon of one. Not only does Morgan wrongly finger every character in the movie, but he allows potential suspects to handle valuable evidence at will, failing to isolate multiple crime scenes and refusing to provide adequate police protection as one grisly death evolves into an unrelenting bloodbath of medieval proportions.

Killer Workout 1987 Review

Okay. Enough joking around. Where are the real police?

He even bows down to gym owner Rhonda (Karr), allowing her business to continue operating as the body count continues to soar. But if members are willing to work out day after day while their friends are brutally cut to ribbons, then who is he to argue?

Like the rest of us, he is probably too busy enjoying the view.



Best Kill

In a thinly veiled and vastly inferior homage to Psycho’s infamous shower scene, a young woman is brutally hacked to ribbons…with a giant safety pin.

Most Absurd Moment

Five minutes after arriving at Rhonda’s Workout for his first shift, musclebound Chuck kicks the living shit out of his colleague before fleeing to hardbody Debby’s house for a quick bout of bump n’ grind while still on the clock. He would later form a union for the criminally overworked. 

Most Absurd Dialogue

After becoming Lieutenant Morgan’s tenth lead suspect in as many minutes, a delightfully bitchy Rhonda confronts the subject of his woefully inferior detective work.

Rhonda: ‘Do you even have a suspect?’

Lieutenant Morgan: ‘As a matter of fact, I have several. It’s just the motive I can’t quite figure out.’

Well, duh!


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A bog-standard, low budget slasher crudely elevated by its ceaseless exploitation, Killer Workout is the kind of misogynistic trash VHS was made for. Although weak in plot and devoid of innovation, the movie is a savvy gem of sleazy marketing, and as an ode to the wild excesses of the decade there is perhaps none more striking.

Cedric Smarts




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