When you buy a ticket to a movie called "The Boy Next Door" with Jennifer Lopez in her nightie on the poster with a sexy guy staring angrily into the black, you know EXACTLY what you're going to get. Why expect anything else? You're setting yourself up for disappointment. I don't understand all the one star reviews. This movie is a carbon copy of every "erotic thriller/stalker" movie ever produced in the 90's and early 2000's. (Fatal Attraction, Mother's Boys, swimfan, The Roommate, Obsessed, etc.) Lopez and Guzman are FINE here (as is Kristin Chenoweth, who very nearly steals the show. BRAVO!). Those three turn in decent performances and their work actually carries an otherwise stale script, which is the biggest problem here. The dialogue is pretty stiff. The actors are working their butts off to make it all seem plausible, but its just not and that fault lies with newcomer Barbara Curry, who wrote that drivel. Someone should have given the script a good "once over" with a red pen and the problems in the final product may have been removed altogether. Seriously, this movie is harmless. It is a great way to spend your afternoon. There is excitement and suspense. The sex scenes are...well, sexy! Grab a date, turn off your brains, and join in the fun!
Review of The Boy Next Door
