Steven (Joe Perce) works for his sister's brothers at a junkyard as a bookkeeper and seems to be disappointed in his life. He has a nice wife, a kid and is getting ready to graduate as a CPA. But what he really wants is a partnership and, when he doesn't get it, he decides to sleep with the belly-dancer his wife hired for his birthday party. Yeah, he sleeps with her, but not before they both accidentally kill an aggressive client of hers. Oh, the drama. Sporting a fantastic exploitation title and a DVD cover promising sleaze, this NYC lensed flick ends up being a huge disappointment. I was hoping for a Bronson-style vigilante revenge flick and instead got a Lifetime movie about infidelity for New Yawkers. I expected something sleazy, especially coming from Meir Zarchi, the guy who made I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE. Damn. Nothing will prepare you for the riveting scene where the arguing couple both arrive at the bank to close their joint account down AT THE SAME TIME!!! Ugh.

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.

Y'know, I'm probably wasting my time typing this review, coz it's such an obscure film with such a dire plot...The only reason why I *have* taken the time to type this is coz I just *gotta* vent my spleen SOMEwhere...Simply put, I was searching for a tape to record "Wasabi" (Jean Reno) on and came across this (my wife either bought this or it was a gift waaaaaaay before I met her). Just to make sure I wasn't gonna record over a classic, I did an on-screen fast-forward on it... no dialogue necessary, I picked up the gist of it just like that.How sad... "Wasabi" is a much better investment...

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.