Cyber Seduction: His Secret Life

This movie was pounding messages repeatedly into your head.."PORN IS BAD, YOU'LL GO TO HELL!" The reactions of the characters aren't realistic, and its an overall bad film. The acting wasn't that great, either. I kept sitting there in complete awe of how horrible this movie was. Parts of it were somewhat standable but this is one of the worst lifetime films I've ever seen! Definitely one to skip unless you know someone with a "porn addiction". But even then, like the problem is that easy to overcome. To the writers of this movie, therapy solves everything. If you ask me, that's just wishful thinking. So, you know, you could probably think of a better way to spend 2 hours than to watch such a pointless movie.

It's a fact of life that we guys are hard-wired to be stimulated by visual images. Women apparently find that objectionable, but I'm tired of apologizing for being male. This movie depicts a teenage guy with raging hormones and no other outlet for his sexual energy who turns to Internet porn. He's naturally curious about the female body, and the Internet helps him explore that interest. Like all hobbies, this one can be over-indulged, and when he starts losing sleep and doing badly in school, then it's a sign that he needs to dial it back a little.

How dumb is it that he leaves his door open while he surfs the Net? Especially after being caught the first time? His father should have bought him, for his twelfth birthday, a lock for the inside of his bedroom door, and talked to him (and the rest of the family) about his right to privacy.

I don't normally watch this channel. I wonder if all of their programming is this silly.

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. *+ / ****

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...

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.