I knew I was in for a disaster, when that fake baby from American Sniper did a better acting job than J. Lo.
January has always been the dumping ground for excruciating Hollywood garbage and The Boy Next Door continues to keep that tradition alive. Being attractive doesn’t automatically make you stupid, but in Jennifer Lopez’s case it does. J. Lo plays high school English teacher Claire Peterson and all it takes for her to slip off those panties is a set of nicely painted abs (Ryan Guzman). Claire falls for her 19-year-old hunky neighbor, Noah (Guzman, who looks a decade older).
When her son is off on a camping trip with her estranged husband, Noah easily seduces Claire. Claire, of course, spends the rest of the film regretting that one-night stand, while Noah becomes a deranged psychopath because Claire refuses for seconds. And if you thought the acting was bad wait until you see the sex … J. Lo and Guzman’s chemistry was undeniably awkward and stiff. Neither J. Lo nor Guzman knew how to spice anything up in this film, while director Rob Cohen (Alex Cross and Stealth) continued his legacy of laughable films.
This supposed-to-be-sexual-thriller never reached that pendulum and instead turned into an embarrassing comedy. Shrills of laugher poured out during the screening. To make means worse, scriptwriter Barbara Curry plummets the film into absurdity, by having Claire’s best friend and vice principle (Kristin Chenoweth) come up with a ridiculous scheme to break into Noah’s house. In the end, The Boy Next Door tries so hard to be a sex infused thriller like Basic Instinct or Fatal Attraction, but miserably failed. There was nothing remotely sexy or simulating in The Boy Next Door … sigh.
The Boy Next Door is rated R (Restricted). For violence, sexual content/nudity and language.
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