Emily escapes from a bad relationship, returns to her home town.
Standard fare, expect there's a handsome firefighter/single dad somewhere?
Usefully, a friend lends her a house in exchange for looking after friend's antique shop. We see her proving her fitness for this job by attacking a table with harsh sandpaper.
First customer in the friend's shop buys a desk for his nine-year-old daughter - without asking the price - and invites Emily to dinner.
Customer's small daughter is, she and her daddy tell us, an expert on Jane Austen and has read all her books. Plot really going off-piste here.
Apparently Emily has a long lost twin sister who may be a wrong 'un.
The good townsfolk don't actually hold up garlic or make signs warding off the evil eye but they come close.
Sinister sister looks sort-of-like Emily. OK I was half asleep but camera angles, wigs, dark glasses meant I was genuinely unsure the same actress played both roles. (Closing credits say she did)
Anyway, BadSis spends all her time taking calls from equally sinister chap making threats. A guy called Trevor - or possibly Blake - is dead. Or not. And who is he anyway? I'd lost track by this point.
No idea why BadSis is committing her crimes. She just stomps about trying to murder people. Sweetie, learn to knit, bake cupcakes, you'd have more fun and so would we.
I left the film running but only because the TV remote was out of reach and I couldn't be @rsed to get off the sofa.
Seriously, don't bother. You'll be better amused rearranging your sock drawer or weighing the cat.
