Well, I hate to break it to you, but it could be that Jennifer Lopez isn't quite the high cultural watermark you thought she was. Hard to hear, I know, but it's just possible that she's not quite the renaissance woman and auteur you had her pegged as. In her new 'film', The Boy Next Door, "[a] newly divorced woman falls for a younger man who has recently moved in across the street from her, but their torrid affair soon takes a dangerous turn.". So basically it's wish fulfilment/mum porn with a an extra helping of Hollywood explosions thrown in. But how to give the heroine a veneer of intellectualism? Why, have her be a bit bookish and romantic of course. The aforementioned boy brings her a gift of a book - that's right, she's a reader. A first edition book, because she really loves books and knows about things. Except it's a first edition of, er, The Iliad. A story so old, the 'first edition' probably wasn't even written, let alone printed. A book that's about as laughable in this context as having a first edition of the Bible. You'd think J-Lo would know that. But they don't call her Jenny from the Library.