The music which was used to narrate this terrible piece of creation was the biggest crime,(Purple Haze, Atlantis, Alabama) How dare they? Whatever happen to imagination and originality? Okay... I guess I need to add more lines to describe this genuine work of inartistic non-component of film. I rather spend an hour watching Mario Lopez in a bad Chlo movie. Well, okay I'm wrong. No...no it wasn't too bad but enough to get my ass off the couch. Where are all the great young actors? Who are these Beverly Hills rich boys, who mimic every other young actor within the last twenty years? Mommy... Mommy.... I wanna be in a movie, now!!! "Okay, dear."
Review of The Girl Next Door
