Framed For Murder: A Fixer Upper - 2017 - 5/10

“Really?” I asked. “Where do you find these films?”
“They are popular, they’re fun. Murder and romance.”
Who was I to argue? Besides, as I’ve said countless times, I never argue with females, I don’t have the stamina.
Anyway … Jewel (the folkie singer who splashed in the 90’s) plays a home remodeling contractor in New England or Newfoundland.
After her uncle dies following a fall, she becomes an amateur sleuth, determined to unearth the truth.
Luckily for her, her newest client bought a ramshackle mansion and hires her to renovate.
Ooh, and he’s a crime writer, who wants to help.
Predictable formula, decent photography, acting is passable.

I was disparaging this movie throughout.
"What writer makes enough money to buy a mansion? Stephen King?
"Jewel and that guy? He looks old enough to be her dad!
"That man can’t change his own flat tire? What a wussie.
"Those extras don’t even know how to hold a hammer.
“You don’t strip off wallpaper with an orbital sander!”
Meanwhile, the women next to me -
“She’s had work, look at those cheekbones.”
“Her upper lip doesn’t move at all.”
“That’s Buttery Blonde, I thought of going that way.”
“Those teeth need caps and whitening.”
Jewel fans, she sings one, too.