My Brother's Wife (1966)

Deliriously awful potboiler from Doris Wishman about a cad who comes home for a visit and starts bumpin' and grindin' with, yes, his brother's wife; soon, a low-level noir con job stumbles in through the haze. This one is closer to stereotypical Wishman than the other films of hers I've seen, which means it includes lousy actors, limited sets, women who fall for bad men, meaningful shots of inanimate objects (in a transparent attempt to cover up the cheap post-dubbing)... and feet. Lots and lots of feet. Oh, Doris and her feet! She's apparently working through the biggest foot fetish ever seen in an American filmmaker, for every third or fourth shot is a cut to somebody's feet. I was tempted to make a drinking game out of it until I realized I would have needed roughly a case of booze. Watching this is a mind-altering experience. Go on and share it with someone you love. It's terrible, but loveably so.

Grade: C