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Friday, May 22, 2015 at 10:31PM
Jose in Jennifer Lopez, Ryan Guzman, sex scenes

For The Lusty Month of May, we're looking at sex scene each night. Here's Jose...


 

J.Lo never gets the credit she deserves. She might not be the greatest thespian in the world, but she's still one of the few actresses bringing "sex" to modern movie screens. You know, the kind of "sex" people like Mae West, Rita Hayworth, Brigitte Bardot and Raquel Welch used to bring. But of course what has Hollywood done with this? They have repressed her sensuality by having her star in Victorian-minded rom-coms like The Wedding Planner and The Back-up Plan in which she plays virginal characters that need a man or a baby to find contentment. Never one to sit around and wait, the fierce multi-hyphenated overachiever had to take matters into her own hands. She produced a movie in which she showed once and for all, how what J.Lo wants, J.Lo gets!

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The Boy Next Door is far from being a good movie, but it's remained fresh in my memory for half a year, because of its delightful, almost subversive reversal of roles when it comes to sexual thrillers. Basically this time around J.Lo gets to play the Michael Douglas character and have a hot young dude (Ryan Guzman) stalk her. But before they get down and dirty the movie pokes fun at elements that men diss women's films for, in the process showing audiences more about "what a girl wants" than 50 Shades of Grey did.

I will also be using J.Lo lyrics to illustrate the action and how "auteur" like her sexual empowerment oeuvre is... so without further ado...

 

First, the hot young dude (we won't even give him a name) presents her with a "first edition of The Illiad". 

I'm here to get it poppin', hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz
Hair blowin' in the wind, sun glistenin' off my skin, hey

- from "I'm Real (Murda Mix)"

 

Making her blush and wink at "chick lit" while suggesting how real she is.
 

I met so many men and
It's like they're all the same
My appetite for lovin'
Is now my hunger pain 

- from "I'm Real (Murda Mix)"

 

Then he compliments the new shoes she bought and reminds her she doesn't need to try to be sexy.

And when I'm feelin' sexy
Who's gonna comfort me
My only problem is
Their insecurity

- from "I'm Real (Murda Mix)"

 

She tries the shoes on and realizes "this dude can get it".

I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get
get riiiiiiiight get riiiiiiight, we can get right

 - from "Get Right"

 

And boy he does! But, and this is where the movie got really interesting, even though he has been doing all the wooing, the sex scene is all about how he needs to please her

Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants? 

- from "Get Right"

 

Think about it...when's the last time you saw a wide release which had a man focus on a woman's pleasure that didn't recur to the same old man-on-top-woman-below-achieves-orgasm-the-second-they-get-started dynamic that Hollywood has falsely made men believe to be true?

Now to feel your lips
On my fingertips
I have to say is even better
Then I ever thought it could possibly be

- from "Waiting for Tonight"

 

In The Boy Next Door, dude has to work for it! 

I think you need to take some time 
To show me that your love is true 

- from "Love Don't Cost a Thing"

 

And J.Lo knows exactly what she wants! 

Now if I give you me / This is how it's got to be


 - from "If You Had My Love"


But if you want me
You have to be
Fulfilling all my dreams
If you really want me, babe

 - from "If You Had My Love"

In one of the boldest sex scenes in any recent movie, the man focuses on the woman and the screen fades to black before any sort of penetration is suggested!


Boy you do it, do it
You do it, do it
You're doin' it well

- from "Do It Well"

Then he gets all loony and killer-ish, but that's another story.


...and mic drop.

 

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