I found a new future wife. Her name is Bárbara Mori, and she's the star in "La Mujer de mi hermano." To all of you out there who don't speak Spanish, I have two notes for you: 1) Learn some basics, because there isn't going to be less Spanish spoken in this country anytime soon, and 2) the title means "My brother's sister." Yeah, that's hot.

As you may expect, the movie is about a woman and two brothers. She's married to one, even though he shows very little interest in her and may be a repressed homosexual. I don't care how gay you are - there is absolutely no excuse for not being attracted (constantly, continuously and in large amounts) to Ms. Mori every freaking second of the day. Regardless, she's not very happy, her husband is jealous and yet otherwise an emotional recluse, and her brother-in-law is oh so handsome and liberal in his ways. And in the bedroom.

"La Mujer de mi hermano" is a romantic drama about this woman's torn affliction between two men whom she should never have said affliction between, and the consequences of her actions as things begin to unfold.

While well-acted and never boring, the movie seems to be content with the fact that it stars a supermodel, and thus never tries to break the mold in any way or form. The movie is completely predictable in every way, and, unfortunately, it does not turn into a murder flick... which, come to think of it, would have been a much more exciting way to close out this movie.

All three main actors are good and play their parts well, and, as already mentioned, Mori sizzles on the screen, but, like the house she lives in, the film seems a bit empty. I never really bought into the chemistry between the woman and her husband's brother, nor did I really understand how she got along with her husband in the first place. Of course, I may just be biased and bitter, but still...

If you like foreign language films, you could certainly do worse, but there is nothing edgy or new about "La Mujer de mi hermano." It plays it safe and thus works effectively, but I've seen better films that have handled the content matter with more flare. But I still love you, Bárbara. That accent mark in your first name may have to go, though...

Review by Erik Samdahl.