Ted Henley and his father operate a floundering family business: The Mt. Vista Motel. It’s just the two of them since Ted’s mother ran off with a guest years earlier, stealing the motel’s soul and one of its last regular patrons. Since then, Ted’s father has drifted into despondency, becoming a living ghost, haunting his own motel and leaving Ted to fend for himself. In his isolation, unchecked by the bounds of parenting, friendship, or affection, Ted fascination with death awakens.
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.
There's 'funny-haha,' and 'funny-strange,' but the howler that is 'The Boy Next Door' lands solidly in the category of 'funny-please-just-shoot-me-now.'
