The first 2017 movie to make me tear up.
I'm just... tired. So very tired.
I'm tired of the notion that Marvel Studios has somehow planted its flag upon the summit of mainstream popcorn entertainment, when the only summit it's touched is that of the interminably tasteful time-killer.
I'm tired the emptiness I feel each time I finish one of these things, of exiting the theater each time feeling like the only thought I was ever meant to fancy was how much I'd better be looking forward to the…
Can you even? I hope you can, O Brave Soul. Because this movie will seriously test your ability to even.
Ignore my rating. The Boy Next Door scoffs at your silly need to reduce a movie's entertainment value to a 5-star spectrum. Its marriage of howler-riddled dialogue and howlingly funny violence, of beefcake and cray-cray, of ass-backward sexual politics and Jennifer Lopez's skimpily under-clad ass. It all begs you to allow your bedrock of good taste crack and crumble -…