Don't Mess with My Sister!

Don't Mess With My Sister was a pleasant surprise. Those expecting the vicarious, somewhat questionable thrills of the director's I Spit On Your Grave will surely be disappointed, but those that appreciate a true auteur style will be amply rewarded. It's a shame that mostly brain-dead gorehound fans of Grave are the only ones that see this film. It's got style and mood, and the acting is great considering the low budget. To me it had the same feel of early Scorcese. I think the marketing of the film as some violent revenge drama is to blame. Don't let that put you off from seeing this film. Basically it's a wonderful character study and simple story of working class Italians in 70's New York. A couple of days in the life of an average Joe that go horribly wrong. Think After Hours or Mean Streets on a much smaller scale. I really liked the ambiguity of this film. It's no epic, but rather a nice little existential fragment of a movie.

My review was written in June 1988 after watching the movie on Vidamerica video cassette.

Beneath that oddball title resides a peculiar dramatic film about "little people" and their problems which never becomes gripping. Filmmaker Meir Zarchi (of "Day of the Woman") fails to develop his material in interesting fashion.

Filme in Gotham in 1983 undr the tile "America Junkyard", "Sister" concerns a group of Italian Americans: Steven (Joe Pesce) is an accounting student working at an auto junkyard run by his two brothers-in-law (Jack Gurci, Peter Sapienza). He's frustrated because they won't make him a partner. Key plot device is a birthday party thrown by his family whee a belly dancer (fellow student at the university) Annika (Laura Lanfranchi) performs for Steven, who later has an affair with her. Hot blood of his wife (Jeannine Lemay) and her brothers quickly comes to a boil, hence the title.

Goofy plot device has Steven saving Annika from a lustful businessman when she gives a "private performance", in the struggle the businessman is injured and later dies. Climax has Steven and family in a confrontation at gunpoint at their junkyard leading to a wimpy finish of our hero walking away while wifey runs after him; she screams "I'll never give you a surprise party again".

As that final outburst indicates, "Sister" treads that thin line between camp and melodrama but isn't outlandish enough to become truly funny. Acting is okay yet in a spirit of "who cares?" permeates the picture from start to finish. Cast's concerns remain relentlessly petty and the symbolic value of the junkyard setting never catches fire.

Meir Zahari's first film, I Spit On Your Grave was originally entitled The Day of the Woman. In Don't Mess With My Sister, it's time for Man to make a comeback. The main character has a problem with his wife and her two brothers and is lucky enough to make it with an erotic blonde exotic dancer. After the pair kill one of her clients and his wife begins to suspect her husband isn't just studying accounting at night school, she gets her brothers to take revenge. Any more would destroy the plot. Needless to say this film was made with Zahari's unique stylistic approach. Don't miss it. I didn't, I bought the rights!

Meir Zarchi's follow-up to his solid rape/revenge shocker, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE, features some of the ugliest actors I've ever seen in a movie. The casts of SANTA SANGRE and FREAKS looks like Baywatch extras compared to the uglies-on-a-stick in this misfire.

The cliched story involves a junkman with Arnold Horschack's good looks having an affair with an ugly scrubber. Mr. Junkyard's business partners, the homely brothers of his dog-faced wife, get p***ed off and hell breaks loose.

But hell breaking loose in this flick is about as exciting as an old man breaking wind in his incontinence pad because it's all so badly directed, written and scored.

And though I've never heard it officially, I suspect this film's shoot was canned before the climax was shot because everything just ENDS like somebody turned the stinkin' lights out.

Not even good exploitation. Pukey.

Steven is a scrap-yard bookkeeper who's working for his wife's brothers and attending night school to get his accounting degree. His life takes a turn for the worst when he falls for and finally hooks up for the night with the belly dancer that was hired for his birthday, which just happens to go the same school. This leads to trouble for Steven, as his wife and her brothers find out about it and trouble suddenly occurs.

Well, I was expecting way worse. I just don't know. Maybe because I knew what I was getting myself into, but I didn't think it was all that bad of a low-budget flick, as its made out to be. I guess people were expecting another ultra-relentless exploitation foray in the shape of "I Spit On Your Grave". But this follow up is far from it and on a totally different level. You could probably blame all of this on poor and ill-conceived advertising that treats it like one.

Instead "Don't Mess with My Sister" is playing for an oddball, if raw drama that deals with family values, infidelity and a working class trying to make ends meat. After the controversy of the begin all and end all "I Spit..", Zarchi was probably trying to gain some respectability here. I expect that killed it for most viewers, but still it's quite a competent display by director / writer Meir Zarchi who keeps it on cruise control and strings along many different spontaneous developments amongst his own vogue. The impulsively junky plot could have gone towards a sleazy and brutal revenge angle, but Zarchi skewed away from this and the results weren't awful, but modest. The sultry music score by Todd Rice was simply oozing and controlled photography by Phil Gries got down amongst the grit. Acting from the no-name cast was more than suitable and Joe Perce's performance as the straight-mannered Steven was adequate and believable. Sure, it's far from great, but was I kept interested and entertained for it short running time. It does lull about in spots and the (lack of an) ending isn't much, but it delivers on those fronts that count if you're not looking for too much.

Simply it's not all that bad, if you know what you're getting. Which is a kooky drama.