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Betrayed by My Bridesmaid (2022) is the kind of film that makes you wonder if the writers think audiences have never seen a thriller before. The storyline is painfully predictable, same recycled scenario, same obvious suspects, same gullible victims, and the same tired outcome. From the first act, you'll be shouting at the screen as not one character possesses the basic common sense to ask the glaringly obvious questions. Why doesn't anyone question the bridesmaid's suspicious behaviour? Why does the protagonist ignore every red flag waved in her face? A normal person would demand answers, but here, everyone acts like a clueless pawn in this absurd game of melodrama.

By the final act, the frustration reaches boiling point. The so-called "victims" (who have been unfairly vilified the entire time) are still treated with suspicion, while the real culprit smirks their way through every scene. At this point, you're rooting for everything to go wrong, for karma to strike the wilfully oblivious lead and for the wronged party to walk away, never forgiving the idiots who doubted them. If you love rage-watching films where logic is abandoned for cheap twists, this is for you. Otherwise, steer clear, your sanity will thank you.

This film is an absolute car crash of melodrama, delivering some of the most toe-curlingly awful dialogue I've ever had the misfortune of hearing. No human being, certainly not one with a shred of self-awareness, would ever speak the way these characters do. The lines aren't just bad; they're aggressively cringe, lobbed into scenes with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. One moment, characters are engaged in a tense confrontation, and the next, they're spouting baffling, pseudo-profound nonsense that belongs in a Year 9 drama class, not a feature film.

And let's talk about the acting, or rather, the painful lack thereof. The performances here are so wooden, you'd think the cast were reading their lines off invisible cue cards for the first time. There's no emotional depth, no authenticity, just a parade of stiff deliveries and exaggerated facial expressions that make the whole thing feel like a poorly rehearsed school play. Even the most dramatic moments are undercut by how utterly unconvincing everyone is, leaving you wondering if the director simply gave up halfway through and hoped no one would notice.

The film's attempts at gravitas fall laughably flat, with every supposedly poignant moment ruined by clunky writing and baffling character decisions. It's as if the script was cobbled together from discarded soap opera outtakes, then dialled up to eleven for maximum absurdity. By the time the credits rolled, I wasn't moved, I was just relieved it was over.

A Brother's Honour isn't just bad; it's offensively bad. A perfect storm of terrible writing, dire acting, and cringe-inducing moments that will haunt you long after you've turned it off. Avoid at all costs.