Jennifer Lopez has serious beefcake issues in this lazy, low-budget, not-as-much-fun-as-it-should-be potboiler.
It's all hilariously ridiculous, but bless J.Lo for trying her mightiest to sell it. If someone's going to bring sultriness to suburbia, it might as well be Jenny from the Block.
J. R. Jones
I haven't seen a bigger mess in wide release since Dana Carvey's career-terminating The Master of Disguise.
There are many grades of terrible in Hollywood, and this is pretty nearly the worst.
It's badly directed, poorly edited, and features some of the most unconvincing acting this side of a soup commercial.
You always have to wonder why anybody says yes to a project like this one, but it's a particularly strange choice on Lopez's part, since she's done her best work in movies that dare to empower her.
The cheese is thick and it smothers everything in "The Boy Next Door," but it's never quite gooey or spicy enough.
This isn't a very demanding role for Lopez, but she still fails to carry it off. In fact, nothing about this film is convincing. It all feels notably artificial.
It isn't just bad and ridiculous, it's fulsomely, wholeheartedly and right down-to-its-DNA bad and ridiculous.