There are many movies about nasty psycho neighbours. It’s a genre of its own that I like to name Real Estate Drama. A few of these movies are good; many are guilty pleasures instead. Michael Keaton was outstanding in Pacific Heights, definitely not one the best John Schlesinger movies, and Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore were great in Duplex, for example.
Real Estate Drama goes from thriller to comedy, but now, thanks to J. Lo., we have a new branch: the MILF thriller.
Jenny from the block just split with her cheating husband (John Corbett from Sex and the City) and lives alone in a big house with her troubled teen son. Next door arrives the perfect twenty-year-old boy with muscles and manual skills, and he also loves classical literature. They slept together, but she’s a mother, a teacher and still a wife, so she decides it was a mistake. And she’s right: a huge mistake.
The Boy Next Door is one of those products that hurt the American film industry. A movie with no ideas, incredibly dull and fake from the first to the last scene. Jennifer Lopez is no longer an actress for a very long time and what remains is just the unbearable feeling of having wasted 91 precious minutes of our lives. We have to discover where in the world Rob Cohen is because it seems impossible he is the same director of Fast and Furious and XxX.