My Brother's Wife (1964) – Doris Wishman.

Doris Wishman's amusingly flat suburban melodrama isn't going to be anyone's idea of a Grindhouse Cassavetes, but this incorrigibly mucky movie matriarch has a degenerated appeal all of her own! Once younger, sleazier brother Frankie cynically boffs older brother's Bob's pretty neurotic wife, dormant passions are aroused, leading to one of cinema's most underappreciated, and splendidly inept brawls! My Brother's Wife features disgracefully overripe performances, 'actors' dully reciting their pedantic rhetoric like the arse end of a pantomime nag.

The dishwater dreary dialogue, artless B/W photography, seemingly arbitrary editing and noisome mondo-bongo soundtrack somehow coalesce in a bizarrely hypnotic fashion. Crude, sans finesse, hacked together with a butcher's cleaver, Wishman's leeringly lurid lens draws the attentions upon her shapely vixens compellingly nubile attributes. I still enjoy the contrived, almost disembodied vibe of My Brother's Wife, overwrought and deliriously inauthentic, feeling like some goofy teen photo-novel brought to luridly high-contrast life by beloved trash icon Wishman.