Disclaimer: You’d definitely need a dictionary open to interpret this post… (especially Bobby)
So it is April: The month of fools (or fooling around?). It was the perfect time— DVD marathon— when I watched this movie yesterday, hmmm… This was definitely not porn, nor an American Pie attempt. At least, when one-sixteenth-porn movies are not too trite, The Girl Next Door tried not to be hackneyed as much as possible. Now it’s intuitive to ask, “What would you do when your girlfriend is actually an ex-porn star?”
As in the case where a buddy of yours would slot in a DVD tape in your player and then you see HER there… pretty much doing her “thing,” like, what would you do? It’ll be a volatile experience (I mean, if you’re not a pervert). The Girl Next Door offered less of the laughs, but more of the teenage drama, romance and test/s of philosophy. Director Luke Greenfield said in his commentary that he will indeed employ the affective drive of the eye [or eye contact] as an intensifying agent. And that’s how he established Danielle’s ubiquitous hotness.
Three things I liked in this film:
1. First off, the über-hot (relaaaaks, no hyperventilating… deep breaths please!) Danielle (Elisha Cuthbert) is sexy
with or without her clothes on. Lol. Her peering eyes and sleek lips are what I consider as standards for one to be called a city chick and/or a country sylph.

