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.

It's fairly clear straight from the beginning why this second and last film by director Meir Zarchi isn't nowhere near as notorious and widely banned as its predecessor "I Spit on your Grave" … Heck, after seeing this film, you'll even wonder how these two films could possibly have been directed by one and the same person. And, last but not least, you'll also be extremely grateful that Zarchi retired from the horror/cult movie industry immediately after the release of this piece of garbage. "Don't Mess With My Sister" is shamelessly promoted as a revenge-thriller (it can even be found in box sets that are entitled "The Sweet Revenge Box" or "The Retaliation Collection"), but it's actually a intolerably dull and shockingly ordinary family drama. Who seriously cares about the random divorce issues of an unsympathetic couple and their ugly and constantly interfering family members? A dumb guy, who got forced into marrying the ugly duckling sister in order to obtain partnership in her brothers' filthy junkyard business, develops a crush on a sexy blond belly dancer and gradually considers leaving his wife. So what! Good for him, I would have left her even without the belly dancer coming along. Besides, the Mrs. booked the belly dancer herself as a birthday present for her hard-working husband, so actually she only has herself to blame. Anyway, that's basically the entire story. No vengeance, no sleazy payback or even self-righteous suicide to enjoy here! There's exactly ONE murder sequence in the entire film and that isn't even relevant to the plot. If, after experiencing the phenomenon called "I Spit on your Grave", your expectations were highly set on seeing bloody castrations or revolting sexual violations, you will feel robbed like rarely ever before. There's nothing positive to say about "Don't Mess with my Sister"… It's dull, ugly, fake and wannabe-engaging and totally retarded.

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.

I enjoy the old classic horrors. Low budgets, questionable acting, cheesey effects etc. I spit on your grave, or Day of the Woman as the US print is known is a classic of the genre. Imagine my exitement when I stumbled upon a copy of "Family and Honor" (UK title) in a bargain bucket at the local video shop.The initial exitement of the find was the only pleasure this film gave me. I viewed it once, with much use of fast-forward ; and in the words of Mr Gump, "that's about all I want to say about that..."An abomination of a film. No gore. No story. No point.