Cyber Seduction: His Secret Life

How can this movie have a 4 star rating???? I just happened to watch this movie on TV while trying to get my son to sleep...

I must say it's the worst movie I have seen in ages....

Internet Porn Kills!!! Was the message.....

wow.... Is this movie made by any religious fanatics???? Be afraid... be very afraid....

The young boy who finds porn on the internet (or at least some sites with girls in panties and shirts..) And then starts to mess up in school, mess up at home... and mess up his relationship with his dry girlfriend... And he start swimming worse in the swimersteam to!!!

When his mom finds out you could swear that she just found out that her son has raped and killed about 100 people... based on the reaction... but its more worse than that!!! he has brought porn to there house!! and its just keep popping up!!

i thought i would see some T:s and A:s in this movie... but there was NONE!!! so now i have to go pornsurfing to see it... And after that my life will be ruined and I will have to try to kill at least myself...

This is someone's worst nightmare, be it eagle-eyed fundamentalist authoritarian parents, their wide-eyed naive offspring living in the cyber-age OR the casual Lifetime movie viewer looking for an aggravation-free evening. Lifetime has often dared to tackle modern living via their dramatic mothers-at-arms approach to parenting; but this is almost obscurely misinforming, and capable only of instilling groundless fear in overcautious mothers. Nobody really wins, Lifetime can and has done much better (see 2003's "On Thin Ice). The presentation of Lifetime films has become quite formulaic and stagnant as of late: Yesterday's A-List celeb is mother to Tomorrow's up-and-coming rising star. Drama ensues.

This type of Made-For-TV event seems beneath us as we discover the broad and careless strokes made early on. This may have worked better as a novel, since the convoluted 'my the son the sexual deviant' storyline needn't be divulged all at once. As is, it's an over-hyped production that lacked any memorable performances. Director Tom McLoughin is rather accomplished at the helm on this project; he's worked on many projects in TV and film over the past 25 years, but not one of his projects leaves a lasting impression or is worthy of owning ("Friday the 13th Part VI", anyone?). He's a capable director, generally filming with unobstructed aplomb.

It's hard to believe any film solely about teenagers addicted to porn, but these are the same two 50-year-old men writing such turgid and stagnant Lifetime films as the 'teenage sex awareness' modern flit-pieces like 'She's Too Young'[2002] and 'Odd Girl Out' [2005]. As you could imagine, it plays out as bad as you'd expect; all we learn is that teenagers are drawn to the internet like moths to a flame whenever it concerns women dancing lasciviously. We see our protagonist become increasingly addicted to pornography; he eventually becomes ostracized from his peers (like all the young counterparts in Lifetime films), initiates his mother's new authoritarian parental regime and frequently makes his father (the stereotypical 'don't ask, don't tell' permissive Lifetime dad) uncomfortable. Occasionally the young person even considers suicide as an answer to his problems, most of which are rooted in puberty.

The cast dynamic is awkward at best; Kelly Lynch is so frayed she looks literally like she's only a flat-tire away from a nervous breakdown in the breakdown lane. It's pretty disconcerting to see her resorting to such puritanical parenthood ideals in her mid-forties after a career sustained previously by so many steamy bedroom scenes. I imagine there's the need to prove she's still a capable actress, but this is not her defining moment as an actress, nor a memorable performance; this is merely histrionics, much like you'd expect when puberty and menopause collide in the dark alleys of Suburbia. *+ / ****

Here is this perfect family -- nice Mom and Dad, clean-cut kids. The 13-year-old boy is not only a good student but a star of his high school swimming team. He's got a girl friend, Amy, who is as cute as a button, and moral too, since she won't go all the way with him. He does a lot of homework and things on the PC in his bedroom.

Enter pornography.

The boy discovers he can find pornography on the internet and meet girls of questionable values too. He arranges a date with one of them, who happens to be a fellow student, and five minutes after their first meeting -- no, LESS than five minutes -- she moves from her side of the drug store booth to sit next to him, presses his hand against her breast, and asks, "Why don't we go to my place? My parents aren't home." Well, I'll tell you. Things just go from bad to worse. This clean-cut, polite, industrious 13-year-old kid becomes "addicted to porn," as his Mum puts it. He can't stop. He neglects his clean-cut moral girl friend, he puts off studying and lies about it, his swimming deteriorates, he gets up in the middle of the night to creep with a demonic smile into the family room where his parents have moved his PC.

He somehow gets his friends' names on some email lists and they get snotty with him, slap him a little, and call him a "twisted freak" and complain that they get a lot of Spam now. He begins -- and I know this is difficult for us perfectly normal adolescent boys to believe -- he begins to dream of beautiful half-naked girls swimming around him in the pool. It gets even worse. He swipes him Mum's credit card and begins charging porn-site membership fees to her account.

Not that he's all bad, though. He finally winds up in the bedroom of this high-class slut from his high school. She jumps him on her parents bed and begins tearing at his clothes. "Can we go a little slower?" he begs. "Sure. We can go as SLOW as you like," the nubile nympho hisses. But it's no use. "This isn't how I imagined it would be," he says, disappointed and awed by the too-frank advances of this Jezebel. She throws him out, his virtue intact. I don't know how it ends. I couldn't sit through it. But anyone who is able to take "Reefer Madness" as a serious description of a social problem ought to enjoy "Cyberseduction."

As for criticisms, I wouldn't really know where to begin. I guess we could start with the generalization that every 13-year-old boy who has ever lived on the planet Earth loves to look at dirty pictures and masturbate. Also a goodly but undetermined portion of females of all ages and mature, happily married men.

It's not even arguable. I've asked everyone I've met, "Do you masturbate"? First, lots of total strangers on the street, then the nice police officers, now the other patients here at the Institute. They all say, "Sure." If that isn't "normal" I don't know what is.

When I was a kid we didn't have PCs, just the bra ads in a Sears and Roebuck's catalog. A classmate of mine was caught using one of the photos in such an add for an unintended purpose and was punished by being made to memorize Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade" -- every line of it. That kid is a doctor today.

Theoretically, I suppose, it's possible to take any normal activity too far, so that it becomes an obsession. (This could be a movie about a kid who decides to eat nothing but rib eye steak -- and lots of it. He can't stop because he's "addicted to steak.") The media have been doing their level best to turn the internet into a social problem -- just as they tried to do with Satanism, hypodermic syringes in cans of Pepsi, and missing children on milk cartons.

I don't know why it hasn't taken off yet. It would seem to be fertile ground. Here we have this complicated machine which maybe the parents don't understand much about. Mum and Dad probably know there are "chat rooms" hanging around in the box somewhere, although who knows what goes on in them. Then too they must be aware of internet pornography. All they have to do is watch a movie like this, and there are a couple of them floating around.

There's no point in going on about it. It's a meretricious piece of trash designed to add to the worries of parents who are already stressed out over second-hand smoke, peanut allergies, and trans-fatty acids. I'd start to think about it, though, if my kid did nothing but watch slasher movies and play video games in which over-muscled behemoths made each other's heads explode in a shower of glee, gore and glia.

It is incredible that something like this has been made in the 21st century. Firstly, the awful title initially sounds like some porn film. Think about it! Secondly, the script is so clichéd, clumsy and moralistic as to have absolutely no artistic merit whatsoever. Thirdly, the acting is wooden and terribly performed. Poor Kelly Lynch. Hard to believe how great she was in Drugstore Cowboy (1989).

I won't even bother going on about the actual plot. The creators of this have offered no original artistic voice, no real analysis of addiction, no depth to their characters and, well, no point. It smacks of cynical opportunistic filler between commercials.

If anything in this film disturbs you, it's the waste of talent, time and money.

Horrific stuff, really. All connected with it ought to be ashamed. But I bet they sleep like babies.

I can't spend too much time writing this review (on account that I'm laughing SOOOO hard at watching this movie at the present moment) so I'll sum it up in a nutshell: Chaste would be an extremely gross understatement of this cheesy exposé on how a model, All-American sophomore teenager (with a piously flirty c**ktease of a GF)--who is a popular swim champ--goes to a seniors' party and is introduced to the sinful demon seed of porn. This is some hilarious camp, and the emoting has to be seen to be believed. What's really sad is seeing how far Kelly Lynch, who made a great impact in 1989's "Drugstore Cowboy" (which, incidentally, treated that film's subject matter--pill addiction--with the brutal candor that this film painfully lacks) has sunk career-wise. And, ughhh...the obvious question: just how did this porn-surfing miscreant come to even exist? By procreative methods more graphic than ANYTHING in this dreck, I assure you; that's the hypocritical part. If you've ever wanted to see some G-rated porn, then this dud's for you.

*Note: One might just have to be a reefer addict to sit through this one.