Three Bad Sisters

Bad script+bad acting+bad direction=no hope

But it's one of those too rare so bad it's good movies.

Three Bad Sisters stars three bad starlets: Marla English, Kathleen Hughes, and Sara Shane and is directed by Gilbert Kay.

Someone said this is a remake of King Lear. On what planet? A wealthy man, Craig, apparently commits suicide while in a private plane piloted by Jim Norton (John Bromfield).

Norton is cleared of any wrongdoing, but I could not clear him from monotone acting. He does throw Anthony George of Checkmate fame through a window, though.

The family has some sort of suicide curse; one of the sisters (Shane) nearly jumped from the dangerous Devil's Bridge. You can bet that at some point she'll head back there.

Well, all these babes want this pilot for different reasons, but other than for sex, it's never really spelled out. He's supposed to get involved with one sister and break up her romance with someone else, go into business with another sister - all very confusing.

Vicki (Marla English) tells Jim she graduated from Embraceable U. Wonder how long it took to think up that line. Her wiles don't make it- he falls in love with Lorna (Sara Shane).

One of the sisters, Valerie (Hughes) decides that dividing the estate by one is better so she sets out to destroy the other two, culminating in a fight with Vicki that ruins her looks and sends her over the edge. Her next stop is the romance between Jim and Lorna.

Lorna has a great driving scene a la Lana Turner in The Bad and the Beautiful, i.e., hysterical while on the road, and she and Bromfield have a Lancaster-Kerr From Here to Eternity moment in the water.

As Johnny Carson said, growing up he thought foreplay ended by drowning. You'll wish it were so after seeing this.