Imagine this: You are married to the handsomest guy in town who owns the hottest restaurant in town, and he has just hired the hottest new babe in town to be the hostess.
And what if you yourself had just had a baby and figure your new après-baby figure looks more Shar Pei than human?
Would you be concerned that said handsomest hubby would be fooling around with his hot new hostess?
Well, of course you would be, unless you were Catherine Miller (Ashley Jones), wife of Michael (Tim Rozen). Then you would trust him implicitly even though you were a wee bit jealous.
Thus, the premise for Lifetime’s new suspense movie, “A Sister’s Revenge,” which I am quite ashamed to say I enjoyed thoroughly, despite the fact that it is as cheesy as they come and manipulative as it gets.
Anyway, after a suspicious fire in the restaurant, Michael is forced to cancel a romantic New York weekend he’d planned with Catherine.
But since the trip was already paid for, Michael convinces Catherine to go anyway with her sister. She reluctantly agrees.
OK, she is an idiot. Any woman who’d leave her husband in the clutches of a 6-foot blonde (whose every sentence is a double entendre to match her double D’s) should be in a straitjacket.
At any rate, Catherine and sister go off, and the hottie Suzanne (Brooke Burns) with the bad intentions moves right in on Michael.
She and two other employees convince him to forget his troubles for one night and go out drinking with them.
They go to a strip club, get wasted and, sure enough, Suzanne spikes Michael’s drinks with a date-rape drug.
Then she takes him home to her apartment, where he goes comatose and she ties him to the bed.
One thing leads to many others and, of course, she has a cellphone sex video of the entire event. And she blackmails him.
OK, so far, it’s what you expect. But then the movie takes a right-hand turn, and we find out that Suzanne is not just your standard TV psycho.
“A Sister’s Revenge” is not how Watson and Crick discovered DNA. But it’s good silly fun.
Such fun, in fact, that it may keep you glued to the TV when you should be doing something productive — such as making sure your husband isn’t being tied to the bed by a 6-foot, crazy blonde.
Check it out.