L'affaire Amy Fisher: désignée coupable

... because this film was rushed out the door months after the incident happened. That being 17 year old Amy Fisher shooting Mary Jo Buttafuoco in the face at point blank range, claiming to be the lover of Mary Jo's husband, Joey.

This film was shown in competition with "The Amy Fisher Story" about the same incident on competing networks on the same night - January 3, 1993. The two stories had different theories. This film portrays Joey as a rather buff rather flirty guy who owns an auto body shop who draws the attention of an unstable Amy who decides that she and Joey can be together if she gets rid of the wife. Amy's story - and the viewpoint of the other film - is that she was a young girl manipulated by the 30 something older man, was his lover, and had been told by him that he would go to her, but his wife needed him. Soon after this film was released the latter theory was proven true when hotel receipts surfaced. Like Michael Douglas in "Fatal Attraction" Joey didn't figure on what would happen and the instability of the other woman. Unlike "Fatal Attraction", Joey drew the ire of society - and his wife with the bullet in her head - by stepping out with a minor.

That rendered this film completely obsolete, so I haven't seen it since it since aired. I probably wouldn't have seen it the first time, but I was a guest at my then fiance's sister's home and this is what she wanted to watch.

I'd give it less than a six, but Alyssa Milano is very good as Amy. She is actually from Brooklyn and she had to lose her accent to get into acting. Then she had to pick her accent back up again to be in this film, and that was difficult. Also, Lawrence Tierney makes an unexpected late career appearance as Joey's father, and he is always a pleasure. Tierney was always a scandal with all of his bar room brawls, but his many romances at least were limited to those who were of legal age.

A museum piece by this time, but if you can ever find it probably worth it for the actors I mentioned and as a time machine of sorts.

This movie should have never even been created let alone shown on TV. As a hundred percent of the comments say this was telling it from Joey's side which was not the truth. This movie was not based on facts at all! Absolute TRASH!

Wow, this is wicked awesome. I was sitting around this Saturday afternoon, looking for something to watch and Lo and Behold "Long Island Lolita Story" appears on the TV. On the Lifetime network - of course! This is the same channel I've seen such classics as "No One Would Tell" starring Kevin Arnold and DJ Tanner and "Unwed Father" starring David Silver from the original 90210.

Anyway, its clear Joey Buttafuoco was totally 100% innocent. I mean sure...he actually pled guilty to statutory rape, and in the ensuing years he's been arrested for fraud and solicitation of hookers, so you see, he's just a real nice guy that just was hit on by a slutty long island Lolita, he never slept with her or did anything wrong! Watch this movie any chance you get!

Turned-on set to this just as it was beginning on "Lifetime," and had intended to go to another channel. But it was one of those instances where you watched for a minute or two, then another, then another..., etc.

I could see at the outset that it presented Buttafuoco differently from the clownish lout I remembered from this whole well-publicized course of events.

As I watched, I looked at the prior comments here, which quickly confirmed this. The actor portraying him was handsome, especially not having the real guys' homely, thin-lipped, weak mouth, and a facial look which cries out for the description "smarmy."

One wouldn't have thought it possible to present the Amy Fisher character, on-screen, as being a worse person than she actually was in real life -- but this flick managed to accomplish that almost seemingly-impossible task.

As I watched, I still expected that there might be some indication towards the very end of his duplicity, and at least a modicum of responsibility on his shoulders for her entering his home and shooting his wife point-blank in her face. But there was not even at least some oblique reference on this point.

The scenes between Buttafuoco and the local pair of policemen even made it appear that they should show more feeling for him and have greater understanding than was displayed. And his watching television with wife, father and son, as a tape displayed by a lover of hers was exposing her slutty side, could have been the Cleavers, say, watching a broadcast, exonerating Wally or Beaver from some local minor mischief which might have been suspected.,

Hard to feel any sympathy whatever for these folks, except the lady shot point-blank, and Pop, with his lifelong business placed in jeopardy.

The two or three times I've seen the real Joey on the tube, even a long time following these events, completely confirmed: this guy is a homely, cocky, smarmy asshole, the opposite of the portrayal by the actor in this flick, on all counts.

A depressing tale of a middle-aged man and teen-aged girl who have an affair, presumably, after which the girl shoots the guy's wife in the head, so that the girl and the guy can get married, or at least live together, happily ever after. It's based on the real events surrounding Aimee Fisher and Joey Buttafuco. She's played my Alyssa Milano, in probably her most demanding role, and the car mechanic is Jack Scalia. What a tawdry tale. A narcissistic pedophile and a spoiled pretty nymphomaniac. Lots of sex, intrigue, conflict, some violence, all rather disgusting, which is probably why three independent TV made-for movies about the case hit the TV screens at the same time. This one is definitely from Butaffuco's point of view. The poor guy loves his wife and children (sob) and never touches this succulent nymphet. Fisher is plumply overdeveloped, more than simply enticing, bursting her seams, and she's the aggressor and the liar in the tale. Buttafuco is the innocent victim. Right. No ex coke addicted, pumped up, self-admiring Italian philanderer would dream of laying a paw on this fawning young creature. Man, is he put upon. Our eyes water at the narrative. Aimee lies to her family and tells them that Joey gave her herpes. Then tries to murder his wife. And all this time he's nothing more than a cheerful, loving, family man and upright citizen, aghast at all the terrible things he's accused of. Did he fund this movie? The other two made-fors took quite different points of view, depending on who was backing the production and which particular participant in this disgusting tale was doing the endoresements. Utterly revolting garbage, which the public ate up. Alyssa Milano is a beautiful young woman. Anyone who wants to see her en deshabille should rent "Kiss of the Vampire" or whatever it was, far sexier, and less repugnant simply because it is more mindless. This movie actually has a point of view. It could have skipped the sleazy plot and just shown us Joey pumping iron in a gym and Aimee coupling in some stranger's back seat. An insult to the public viewer, who gobbled it down with relish.