I wish you’d look at me that way. Your beautiful eyes lookin’ deep into mine. Telling me more than any words could say, but you don’t even know I’m alive…
But seriously, this was one smart, well-directed thriller. I devoured even some of the cheesy touches (Elisabeth Moss’ character was nicknamed Cee, wink wink). It reminded me a bit of J.Lo’s Enough, except that Cee fought back using her tortured brain instead of her knuckles.
Have you ever imagined J.Lo being more annoying outside of American Idol? Well, imagine no more.
(Originally published January 29, 2013.)
Siguro it’s time for a career shift.
Also, Jennifer Lopez is really coming for that Oscar and I’m all for it.
My notes on The Boy Next Door:
1. The first few scenes reminded me so much of Enough that this could actually have worked as a sequel to that other trashy guilty pleasure. I was surprised Ashley Judd didn’t star in this one.
2. What happened to Kristin Chenoweth? Her unforgiving haircut and old vice-principal face was so far from the cutesy characters she played in Pushing Daisies and Wicked. She had the (relatively) best lines in the movie, though.
3. In one scene, J.Lo kept peeking at the naked young boy next door. Didn’t that make her the predator? Shouldn’t this be The MILF Next Door?
4. A man went out on a date with J.Lo and he still kept glancing at other women. Seriously, was there any man (straight or otherwise) who’d still have the nerve to look elsewhere if Jenny from the Block was seated right in front of him?
5. That sex scene. Ohmy! Worth the price of admission. Sorry not sorry. (FYI, Rob Cohen also directed The Fast and the Furious.)
6. I thought that I had seen the worst when John Travolta stabbed Uma Thurman’s chest with a syringe in Pulp Fiction. And then I saw the epi pen scene in this movie. I almost fainted in my seat.
7. If anything, this movie should serve as a warning to ladies everywhere to check every nook and cranny for hidden cameras before engaging in hot, steamy sex. Unless you wanted to be the next (starlet name deleted due to cybercrime law).
8. The script was obviously written by a woman because the female teacher slept with her male student and the student was supposed to be the bad guy. In comparison, Starting Over Again was written by a woman and it was about a male teacher who slept with his female student and it was supposed to be romantic. Ladies, we need to talk.
(Originally published February 4, 2015.)
A Republican senator falling for a Latina maid would be even more of a fantasy now compared to when this fairy tale originally came out fifteen years ago. I’d be less surprised to see a movie with Jennifer Lopez as another Boy Next Door-ish cougar to Tyler Posey, who actually played her very young Bread-listening son here.
Poor Frances Conroy and the late Natasha Richardson were wasted as secondary caricatures, but even moreso the Actor Commonly Known as Voldemort. It was a bit uncomfortable to watch the dignified Ralph Fiennes trying his best Hugh Grant impression, made worse by his complete lack of chemistry with J.Lo. They obviously needed a dose of love potion from the Weasleys.
To be fair though, this movie (along with Miss Congeniality) had one of the most memorable makeover reveals in current cinema outside of the Anne Hathaway Universe (The Devil Wears Prada, The Princess Diaries, Les Miserables, err…). A radiant J.Lo in a pink strapless chiffon gown with a million dollar Harry Winston wreath necklace would be a maid’s ultimate dream. Well that and of course Gelli de Belen and her unlimited bikini collection in Ikaw Lang ang Mamahalin (Camiguin).
I felt sad that this supposed rom-rom was actually offensive to women and mothers. The main character played by Jennifer Lopez was a dimwit that didn’t learn anything from What to Expect When You’re Expecting (yes, she was seen reading the book in one scene).
Imagine a woman who desperately wanted a child so she opted for artificial insemination. After the procedure, she walked in a funny manner by squeezing both of her legs (to probably prevent the sperm from falling out of her vagina?). And then she came out of the clinic and danced under the rain. Where was the logic in that?
While pregnant, she dove into a dumpster to get back her security pillow. Oh, and she also jumped face first in a cab. I thought that she wanted to have a baby? Why was she not even taking good care of herself?
And please don’t get me started on all the poop jokes. Offensive, I tell you.