The Plot!
So there’s this lady, Claire (Jennifer Lopez), and she’s an upscale housewife. She’s got a McMansion in the San Fernando burbs, very leafy, very cozy. And the wardrobe—very sexy. Svelte! She wears chic-studious glasses at the computer, looking like a fabulous CEO working from home, except that she’s unhappy, so it’s quite possible she’s just shopping on eBay.
What could she be unhappy about? Her cheating husband (John Corbett)! Why would this man cheat? The fool is married to J., er, Claire-Lo. Every man (and boy) wants to be married to Claire-Lo. It’s tedious to suffer this level of fool ingrate hubby, with his purple tricked-out Dodge Challenger.

No he’s not. We know this. We saw the trailer. That’s why we rent this nonsense on Netflix—to see Noah be bad. So how bad can Noah be? There are not enough bad words in the dictionary to describe how bad this bad Noah can be.
Anyway, Claire goes around her house, doing a lot of posing. She poses on the couch, she poses with the chic-studious glasses on, and she poses in lingerie. If these were still shots, it would be a Penthouse magazine shoot. Posing is what former dancers like J.Lo will automatically do if you don’t direct them properly.

So, while posing in the lingerie, she semi-hides behind a curtain and peeps across the garden fence to watch Noah next door taking off his shirt in his bedroom, flashing stud-muffin abs. Noah peeps back. What do we call this? We call this soft-core pornography.

The Plot Thickens!
But don’t be mistaken! Claire-Lo’s really falling for the kid’s mind, don’tcha know. And we know this because he dropped by earlier in the day, quoting the “Iliad” and telling Claire’s geeky son that Homer is cool.



Every sabotage-y, undermine-y, sneaky thing imaginable, the now seriously deranged Noah does. But Claire’s best friends with Vicky, the school’s assistant principal, played by the perennially perky Kristin Chenoweth, of Broadway and “Glee” fame. I know what you’re thinking. Does she sing? She does not sing. Nor, thankfully, does J.Lo.

So when Noah festoons Claire-Lo’s classroom with printouts of sneaky spy-cam footage of teacher trysts—well! Something’s clearly got to be done about this psycho-brat, and principal Vicky tries to help out.
But it’s not that easy! Noah’s quite fiendish. He’s always a step ahead! How will they thwart him?

Sigh
All in all, to be fair, it’s not a movie meant for believability—it gets way too stupid way too fast, and just stays there. One could attempt to pose serious questions, like why Barbara Curry’s script never addresses how Noah got so nutty. But why? “The Boy Next Door” is a hoot-fest (or a snooze-fest) for adults, and if it was still the 1970s, it'd classify as a gateway drug for teenagers to start watching hardcore. In 2020, they already do.Instead of “The Boy Next Door,” watch 2004’s “The Girl Next Door,” starring Elisha Cuthbert, Emile Hirsch, and Timothy Olyphant, about a redeemed porn star. Granted, that had some softcore too, but it was ultimately a strangely innocent, touching, haunting (and hilarious) film. Compared to “The Girl Next Door,” “The Boy Next Door” was a good indicator of how far Hollywood quality slid down in 10 short years.





