A ninja is shot dead by police and his demonic spirit invades the body of an aerobics instructor.

Lucinda Dickey, fresh off Breakin', carries the film with a performance that somehow grounds the absolute insanity happening around her.

The aerobics sequences don't exist to add comic relief. They exist because this is 1984 and someone at Cannon looked at ninja action, possession horror, and fitness culture and decided they all belonged in the same film.

NINJA III: THE DOMINATION (1984) doesn't know what it is and doesn't care. There's no winking, no apology. There's just forward momentum, neon lighting, and a woman channeling a dead ninja's rage through an aerobics routine.

This is Cannon Films at peak derangement: the Golan-Globus machine running on adrenaline, Day-Glo, and synthesizers. Featuring some of the most aggressively 80s production design ever committed to film, Ninja III: The Domination is camp and craft in perfect chaos.