People are doing traditional-style reviews all over the web, so we decided to try something different. In each “breakdown” we’ll take a look at what a film’s marketing led us to believe, how the movie actually played, and then what we learned from it all. Read on!
Jennifer Lopez has sex with the boy next door. Shit gets weird. This could be bad-good.
As I sat waiting for The Boy Next Door to start, all I had on the brain was J.LOL. I just knew that the movie was going to be an innuendo-laced, Skinemax-esque good time, and I couldn’t wait to cleverly sling J.LOL around while blatantly celebrating the superstar for following up her divorce with an R-rated flick that’s centered around her banging a young hot dude. Because screw you, Marc “I Need To Know” Anthony!
But no. Instead of getting to have some fun throwing around the immensely stupid joke that is J.LOL, I had to jam it into the opening paragraph because The Boy Next Door is just an all-out awful film. Imagine a mix of those laugh-track-less Big Bang Theory vids, the lamest Lifetime-movie cliches and the smell of burnt hair, and you’ll have an idea of what I experienced with The Boy Next Door. Avoid it at all costs.
What ever happened to the Jennifer Lopez that was in Out Of Sight? She was great.