if it helps take heat off of Raban I'll cop to enjoying the recent Jennifer Lopez joint The Boy Next Door.  Which is a fantastically trashy, wonderfully stupid, irony-free throwback to the early 90's "Evil Fill in the Blank-Domestic Thriller" genre (Tenant - Pacific Heights, Nanny - The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, Roommate - Single White Female, Secretary - The Temp, Cop - Unlawful Entry, etc).
In fact the film is so stupid one can't help but wonder if the people making it were aware of its lunk headedness.  But I think not, because the thin veneer of clumsy artistic pretension precludes its self-knowing (and self-mocking) stupidity.  That of course makes all the proceedings even funnier.  This is the kind of film that critics write entertaining reviews of, podcasters gleefully rip apart, and I enjoy perhaps much more then I should admit to.  But if I enjoyed it, doesn't that make it good?
A question of taste, of course.  But for me, The Boy Next Door was the best utter shite movie I've seen in some time.