Murdercise

Ah, man, the flick they call "Murdercise," it's a wild ride, a real trip, a journey into the heart of hilarity and horror, all wrapped up in one. I found myself caught in the rhythm of it, the beat of the dialogue, the pulse of the laughter. It's a thing of beauty, man, a thing of beauty.

You see, some of those indie horror films out there, they're like a jazz solo gone wrong, all over the place, missing the beat, losing the groove. They try to make up for it with the spectacle of effects, the thrill of the kill, but it's like putting a band-aid on a broken saxophone. It just doesn't sing, man.

But "Murdercise," oh, it sings. It's got that rhythm, that flow, that dialogue that dances and twirls like a couple lost in love on a moonlit night. It's hilarious, man, a real knee-slapper, a belly laugh that comes from deep within the soul.

And the runtime, just under 90 minutes, it's perfect, man, just perfect. It's like a well-crafted poem, not a word wasted, not a moment lost. It moves, it grooves, it never drags, never lags. It's a ride that keeps on rolling, keeps on moving, keeps on grooving.

Kansas Bowling, she's a star, a real shining light. Her character is a laugh, a hoot, a real funny bone tickler. She nails it, man, nails it like a hammer hitting a nail right on the head. It's a performance to remember, a performance to savor.

And Jessa Daisy, oh, she's got a scene, man, a scene that'll make you laugh till you cry, laugh till you're out of breath. She's perfect in it, just perfect. And Drew Mavrick, he's right there with her, laughing and joking and making you laugh right along with him.

"Murdercise," it's a film that's got it all, man. It's got the laughs, it's got the thrills, it's got the chills. It's a wild ride, a wild journey, a wild trip into the heart of what makes us laugh, what makes us feel, what makes us human.

So take the ride, man, take the trip. Dive into the world of "Murdercise" and let it take you away, let it sweep you off your feet, let it make you laugh like you've never laughed before. It's a film to remember, a film to cherish, a film to love. It's "Murdercise," man, and it's a real trip.

Between the sexy girls & fun 80s aesthetic mixed with comedic slasher elements, this is a fantastic done fun movie! Acting is perfect for what this is. Don't expect an Oscar winning performance.

It also meets that old school 80s workout energy that's more sexual tension than a hardcore routine. Sexual energy is off the charts, especially when it starts off with huge fake double D's! Who doesn't enjoy a huge rack in any type of media?

So sit down, order a pizza & break out that fleshlight with a bottle of lube that you've been needing an excuse to use. This flick has got it all. If you're into that kinda stuff that is.

Murdercise is the kind of movie that knows exactly what it is: a low-budget love letter to 80s slasher flicks and aerobic workout videos, wrapped in a neon-soaked package of pure, unadulterated camp. Directed by Angelica De Alba and Paul Ragsdale, this indie gem doesn't pretend to be high art-it revels in its absurdity, and that's where its charm lies. It's "so bad it's good" in the best possible way, delivering laughs, gore, and a wild ride that's hard not to enjoy if you're in on the joke.

The plot follows Phoebe (Kansas Bowling), a fitness-obsessed nerd who lands a gig in a sleazy workout video, only to snap and start murdering her way to the top with the help of a mafia princess wild child (Nina Lanee Kent). It's as ridiculous as it sounds, and the film leans into every over-the-top moment with gusto. The dialogue is hilariously clunky, the acting delightfully wooden at times, and the kills-like a standout chainsaw-to-the-head scene-are gloriously low-fi yet effective. This is B-movie territory through and through, and it's all the better for it.

What's truly impressive is how much the production team squeezes out of what's clearly a shoestring budget. The 80s aesthetic-think sweatbands, Walkmans, and blue/purple lighting-is spot-on, capturing that retro vibe without breaking the bank. The soundtrack is catchy and fits the tone perfectly, while the practical effects, though simple, add a gritty charm that CGI could never replicate. For a crowdfunded indie flick, the lighting and sound are surprisingly solid-two areas where low-budget films often falter. De Alba and Ragsdale deserve serious props for stretching their limited resources this far and still delivering a cohesive, entertaining product.

The cast, including indie darling Kansas Bowling and the legendary Ginger Lynn, throws themselves into their roles with reckless abandon. Sure, it's not Oscar-worthy, but that's not the point-everyone's clearly having a blast, and that energy is infectious. Jessa Flux's bratty demand to have her "tits seen" and Bowling's coked-up, chainsaw-wielding finale are moments of pure, unhinged joy that stick with you.

Murdercise isn't for everyone-it's too rough around the edges and proudly silly for mainstream tastes. But for fans of 80s slashers, horror comedies, or just gloriously bad cinema, it's a treat. It's a testament to what passion and creativity can achieve, even with next to no money. A&P Productions have crafted a scrappy little film that's rough, raw, and ridiculously fun. I'd watch it again in a heartbeat.

This review highlights the film's low-budget appeal, praises the production's effort, and embraces its "so bad it's good" vibe while keeping it concise and engaging, perfect for an IMDb user review.

Apparently this film is loosely based around and paying homage to those fitness, gym horror/slasher comedy films such as Killer Workout and Death Spa. Given the premise, the story is essentially the same but for the newer generation. Once the story begins we are introduced to the characters and as it plays along, we see how the first kill occurs (the audience knows the killer but the characters are oblivious).

Nothing quite funny in this film but it's enjoyable to a degree. It is of course predictable and does include several mandatory skin scenes. The film goes downhill once the cops arrive at the scene. Trying a little to be funny which falls flat. From there scenes just occur to pass time as the inevitable turn of a full slasher occurs.

You're trying to make a movie about someone making a fitness video yet the person who's leading the video is the biggest girl there. And the rest of the girls look like dudes. I've literally seen better movies made in the early to mid '80s. This had a horrible plot. Horrible acting terrible actresses some of the worst puns and jokes I've ever heard. This movie seemed so phoned in on every single level and then to top it off you have ginger. Lynn who looks like a 73-year-old man showing off her raisin wrinkle skin. Pretty hard to get through without vomiting. Cheesy doesn't even begin to describe it. Zero Stars.