The Stepmother

Arriving home from a business trip, Frank Delgado (Alejandro Rey) finds that his wife Margo (Katherine Justice) has been entertaining his client Alan. In a jealous rage, Frank accosts Alan as he leaves his house, strangling him to death. After disposing of the body, Frank returns home, but the police are soon on his trail.

Believe it or not, drive-in flick The Stepmother was nominated for an Oscar in the best song category; it didn't win, but it's an interesting fact for avid fans of low budget '70s trash, the only people for whom this film will hold any kind of appeal.

A tawdry drama/thriller, The Stepmother is far from great cinema, suffering from a meandering storyline that takes an age to go anywhere, but it does deliver a few fun elements along the way, including those staples of the exploitation genre, violence and nudity (including the obligatory shower scene).

The film also features a spot of jazz flute (always a bonus in my book), bizarre use of random slo-mo and freeze frame, a crazy film director called Goof who uses beatnik speak (It's a gas! You dig?), a seduction scene between Margo and Frank's virginal son Steve (Rudy Herrera Jr.), and a couple of moments that I found unintentionally funny (the death of Frank's friend and the 'He's got a gun!' ending).

Worth seeing if only for the beautiful Ms. Justice. 4/10

Architect Frank Delgado returns to his home in Mexico. His wealthy client Alan Richmond forces himself on his wife Margo. Frank runs into Alan on his driveway. Suspecting them having an affair, Frank kills Alan and buries his body. He escapes without being seen by a fighting couple. The police investigates Alan's strangulation death but also the young Mexican woman. Dick Hill arrives with company to talk his business partner Frank into going to a beach house which belongs to Alan.

This movie starts off well with a murder. However the tension that is build up by the opening is lost as the movie struggles through a slow boring slough. This is possibly the worst looking movie I've ever seen that is nominated for an Oscar. Alejandro Rey is a pretty awful actor. The movie has a few good actors and Larry Linville could have been an interesting lead. The staging is very static and the bad direction drains away all of the tension.

A hot-headed architect thinks his wife is cheating on him, which leads him to murder. Another, even worse guy gets the blame but the police still have suspicions. Meanwhile, the stress of all this palaver drives his wife to seduce his son.

This drive-in flick was made by exploitation specialists Crown International in the period when they were producing their most consistently interesting work. While this isn't amongst their best as such, it's still effective enough and gets by quite a bit off the back of its early 70's charms. It has to be said that it indeed does take a long while before the title of the movie attains any relevance whatsoever but that's just one of the factors that gives this one its goofy appeal I reckon. So long as you don't go into this one with unrealistic expectations, then I think a pretty good time can be had. Its simple-minded melodrama kept me entertained in any case. On a final note, and what has to be the one thing that will always make this one at least a footnote in cinema history is the quite unbelievable fact that the crooning song with Latin beat that plays over the credits entitled 'Strange Are the Ways of Love' was actually nominated for an Academy Award! There is no way on Earth I ever expected anything from Crown International got anywhere near Oscar territory. The early 70's truly were strange days indeed

I profoundly enjoyed this film. There are some glaring errors in cinematography and blocking and editing, and there is often a feeling of ineptness. The plot itself is pure melodrama and violence.

The strength of the performances is what intrigues me. When you have a one shot of an actor delivering several lines, it's almost always done with gusto. These actors are throwing themselves into these pitiful roles. They are doing solid hard work here.

just know that all of the criticisms are correct. The film really seems as if it was made with no professional input. But the actors are phenomenal.

Ban, a sacred prohibition by which certain people or objects are considered untouchable, certain actions unperformable, certain words unspeakable. The sinful relationship between the stepmother and her stepson is the film's breaking point, revealing the dark side of desire and sexual repression. The marriage founders because of this betrayal and the lies used to hide it. The violence stems from domestic evil, not from external enemies, but from within the home. The protagonist is violent and kills in the grip of jealousy, unleashing a spiral of guilt, cover-ups, and lies. He doesn't even seek redemption, driven only by insane jealousy. The female figure is not only a seductress, but also an element of fragility, using sensuality as a mask for her existential unease.

Real estate developer Frank Delgado (Alejandro Rey), returning home from a business trip, finds a friend at home who confesses to having sex with his wife, Margo (Katherine Justice). Enraged by jealousy, Frank kills him. From that night onward, his partner Dick Hill (Larry Linville) begins to suspect something is afoot, but in an accident, he falls from a building during an argument with Frank and dies. Dick's wife, Sonya Hill (Marlene Schmidt), becomes his new partner, raising Inspector Darnezi's (John Anderson) suspicions of an affair between her and Frank.

Director Howard Avedis (4.0) attempts to craft a Hitchcockian thriller, but his success is limited, partly due to the modest means available; the screenplay (5.0) by the director himself alternates between a slow pace and sudden accelerations, with some "disjointed" or redundant sequences and an excessive use of freeze-frame; from a technical standpoint (5.0), Robert Steadman's cinematography stands out, despite its technical limitations, it manages to create a sufficiently realistic atmosphere; Audrey Granville's soundtrack is melodramatic, contrasting too much with the delicate song "Strange Are the Ways of Love" by Sammy Fain and Paul Francis Webster (nominated); the cast (4.0) is very disappointing, out of character, stiff, and unbelievable, with the only exceptions being the two female leads, Justice and Schmidt.

Best moment: Probably the beginning, where the film presents itself for what it is: poor acting, a morbid plot, technically modest, but with a beautiful song that proves that even in a pigsty, a beautiful flower can grow. Worth watching when you have nothing better to do, or you want to fall asleep listening to a voice that keeps you company.