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My Stepson, My Lover (1997)
I wish I'd been the one to fall off a cliff after seeing this!
Unfortunately, a 1 is the lowest rating you can give, and for this movie, a 1 is what I call generous.
**This will contain spoilers** I've seen enough Lifetime movies to know better than to expect quality movies. Sometimes, I'm pleasantly surprised, other times, they're mediocre, but never have I seen one so disgusting, nor have I ever been subjected to such horrible acting.
Let's start with this woman, Caitlin, who grows tired of her new husband being away on business. For the first half of the movie, she's tempted to have an affair with her stepson. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she just suddenly decides to go over to his cabin and start an affair with him upon her husband leaving her yet again.
Move along to the night her husband discovers their affair. She follows him to her stepson's cabin and finds her husband's body. Does she scream? No. Does she cry out, "Oh my GOD!"? No. She merely looks like she just a terrible movie (pun intended) and runs away. However, when his death is confirmed by a doctor, she gets frantic and starts to cry. Now let's be serious, if you saw someone laying on the ground with their head surrounded by a pool of blood, would you think they're alive? And even if you did think they were, you'd still be hysterical, no? Making our way to the trial, instead of hoping her husband's murderer is convicted, she sits there with a smug look on her face every time the defense attorney makes valid points in her stepson's favor...but of course, she still claims to have "loved her husband." As the trial progresses, she's informed that unless the gun is found, her stepson will be found guilty. So she goes back to the cabin and whoops, she finds the gun there, although the police looked several times...so the policemen searching were either blind, incompetent...or both.
Upon finding the gun, she gets to testify on her stepson's behalf...how sweet. She gets up there, acts all nervous, complete with acted all flustered when asked to raise her right hand to be sworn in. Furthermore, she's questioned by the defense attorney while giving the most deplorable "woe is me" act I've ever seen.
Her stepson's jury deadlocks and he's released, and what a surprise, they go back to their sleazy affair. One night, back at the cabin, she suddenly gets this urge to feel around the top of a drawer and oh look, she finds the key to her husband's gun box! A key her stepson claimed he didn't have. So she calls her stepson's attorney. Not the police...not the prosecutor...but the attorney that got her stepson off. He tells her to leave immediately and come to see him, so where does she go? Back to the cabin, of course. Her stepson comes out of nowhere. They exchange words (which happens to be when the acting is at its worst) and he attacks her, but the klutz falls off the same balcony as his father. Again, she sees the body, and merely stares. No screaming, no panicking, nothing.
The movie ends with the implication that Caitlin marries her surviving stepson (as if it's likely that someone would survive such a fall) and his former lawyer comes to visit them and watches her feed him, as he's crippled. Now, you'd think that this would seem abnormal to an attorney who just received a phone call from the woman about how her stepson killed her husband, but instead, he just sits there having dessert with them.
The movie makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and never should have been made to begin with. And to be honest, one of the biggest contributing factors to it being to despicable was this woman's lame attempt at a southern accent.