Don't Mess with My Sister!

Don't Mess With My Sister was a pleasant surprise. Those expecting the vicarious, somewhat questionable thrills of the director's I Spit On Your Grave will surely be disappointed, but those that appreciate a true auteur style will be amply rewarded. It's a shame that mostly brain-dead gorehound fans of Grave are the only ones that see this film. It's got style and mood, and the acting is great considering the low budget. To me it had the same feel of early Scorcese. I think the marketing of the film as some violent revenge drama is to blame. Don't let that put you off from seeing this film. Basically it's a wonderful character study and simple story of working class Italians in 70's New York. A couple of days in the life of an average Joe that go horribly wrong. Think After Hours or Mean Streets on a much smaller scale. I really liked the ambiguity of this film. It's no epic, but rather a nice little existential fragment of a movie.

this movie sucks two thumbs down...ehhhh...way down

Meir Zarchi's follow-up to his solid rape/revenge shocker, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE, features some of the ugliest actors I've ever seen in a movie. The casts of SANTA SANGRE and FREAKS looks like Baywatch extras compared to the uglies-on-a-stick in this misfire.

The cliched story involves a junkman with Arnold Horschack's good looks having an affair with an ugly scrubber. Mr. Junkyard's business partners, the homely brothers of his dog-faced wife, get p***ed off and hell breaks loose.

But hell breaking loose in this flick is about as exciting as an old man breaking wind in his incontinence pad because it's all so badly directed, written and scored.

And though I've never heard it officially, I suspect this film's shoot was canned before the climax was shot because everything just ENDS like somebody turned the stinkin' lights out.

Not even good exploitation. Pukey.

My review was written in June 1988 after watching the movie on Vidamerica video cassette.

Beneath that oddball title resides a peculiar dramatic film about "little people" and their problems which never becomes gripping. Filmmaker Meir Zarchi (of "Day of the Woman") fails to develop his material in interesting fashion.

Filme in Gotham in 1983 undr the tile "America Junkyard", "Sister" concerns a group of Italian Americans: Steven (Joe Pesce) is an accounting student working at an auto junkyard run by his two brothers-in-law (Jack Gurci, Peter Sapienza). He's frustrated because they won't make him a partner. Key plot device is a birthday party thrown by his family whee a belly dancer (fellow student at the university) Annika (Laura Lanfranchi) performs for Steven, who later has an affair with her. Hot blood of his wife (Jeannine Lemay) and her brothers quickly comes to a boil, hence the title.

Goofy plot device has Steven saving Annika from a lustful businessman when she gives a "private performance", in the struggle the businessman is injured and later dies. Climax has Steven and family in a confrontation at gunpoint at their junkyard leading to a wimpy finish of our hero walking away while wifey runs after him; she screams "I'll never give you a surprise party again".

As that final outburst indicates, "Sister" treads that thin line between camp and melodrama but isn't outlandish enough to become truly funny. Acting is okay yet in a spirit of "who cares?" permeates the picture from start to finish. Cast's concerns remain relentlessly petty and the symbolic value of the junkyard setting never catches fire.

Meir Zahari's first film, I Spit On Your Grave was originally entitled The Day of the Woman. In Don't Mess With My Sister, it's time for Man to make a comeback. The main character has a problem with his wife and her two brothers and is lucky enough to make it with an erotic blonde exotic dancer. After the pair kill one of her clients and his wife begins to suspect her husband isn't just studying accounting at night school, she gets her brothers to take revenge. Any more would destroy the plot. Needless to say this film was made with Zahari's unique stylistic approach. Don't miss it. I didn't, I bought the rights!