Frank Ochieng
These days one can find busy singer/dancer/actress Jennifer Lopez performing her judging duties on the small screen with the longtime singing competition American Idol. However, the still radiant and curvaceous JLo found some time to gravitate back to the big screen and revisit the overplayed woman in peril genre with her latest generic psychological thriller in director Rob Cohens (The Fast And The Furious) The Boy Next Door. Needlessly rehashed, rudimentary and titillating in tepidness, The Boy Next Door is nothing more than a thin serving of the arbitrary damsel-in-distress chick flicks that pop up and serve as throwaway conveyor belt melodramas. The Boy Next Door will inevitably beg for obvious comparisons to ready-made Lifetime cable m...