Prête à tout pour qu'il m'appartienne

This is one of those "the wrong" lifetime movies and one of worse such ones. The only good things were topic and few funny talks and small events and realistic few things like possibility of it happening in real life. But beyond that everything else is flawed, unfinished, fake, boring, annoying, like two kids arguing over toys. Not good to watch. End is just like that appearing without any conclusion, with lots of questions...

This is the worst lifetime movie TO DATE! The story is very boring and the ending sucked avoid this one don't waste your time

Listen- I love me a good lifetime movie. Heck, I even love me a bad lifetime movie. But seriously, this one was just a complete and total waste of time. Bad plot. Bad acting. Just... bad.

Honestly, I never admit this publicly, or even to my spouse, but I bawled like an infant watching this film. The tone, the theme, the overtures-ALL OF IT-made the experience of watching this cinematic masterpiece one I will never, in my entire life, FORGET. I will show this movie to everyone I care about. I will show it to my children. I will show it to my grandchildren. I will visit my parents at the nursing home tomorrow and I will bring my DVD copy of this film, and I will not take no for an answer on them watching it.

Just the other day, a friend asked to borrow my phone, and they commented on my new lock screen being the promotional poster for this film. They said that they thought it was a bit odd. I swore to myself to never speak to them again, and I blocked them on every platform.

I think about this movie all the time. I'm starting to dream about it. I really identified with the main villain. I felt her pain as if it were my own-it was visceral. I too have had strange fantasies in my life, of what I wanted but felt I could never have... But this review isn't about me. It's about the glory of THE WRONG HOUSE SITTER. I started dressing like the main male character after viewing this film because of how much I admired his sense of style, and also how much I want to be him.

I've watched this movie every day since seeing it for the first time. I have it on in the background right now as I write this. This is not only the best LMN film I've ever seen, but also the most moving and impactful piece of media I have ever had the good graces to come across.

If you have taken nothing else from this review, please, PLEASE, take this advice: Go. Watch. This. Movie. Right. Now. You will never regret it. You will be changed forever because of it. It will make you cry, but keep pushing through. Never give up. Keep going in life; it's worth it, for when you come across once-in-a-blue moon beauties such as this.

Anything with Jason Shane Scott is worth watching just for the sheer vanity of the man.

In my house, we call him "Flintstone" because of his ridiculous five o'clock shadow... more like eleven o'clock (pm) shadow.

In one scene, his face looks like it's made up from three different ones : the aforementioned, never the same twice, dirty-looking lower half; the natural-coloured, but clearly surgically enhanced area around the too-tight eyes; and the bizarrely pale forehead smoother than an ice-rink thanks to botox, enhanced by preened eyebrows that have been lifted so high they almost reach his hairline.

It's a toss-up whether he looks horrified, or he looks horrifying.

Does he own a shirt that he can fasten the buttons all the way up? Or does he just want us all the admire his chest pumped so much that it's bigger than those of all the female cast-members combined. And the tightness of his trousers over his too-big backside probably explains his strained voice.

I saw a quote from him saying that he quit a soap he was in because he was tired of being asked to do shirtless scenes. He must have realised that was the only reason he had the job, because he's done countless shirtless scenes - revealing a chest that looks more plastic that Ricardo Montalban's in Star Trek II : The Wrath Of Khan - in everything he's done since.

Does his contract for these endlees "The Wrong..." films stipulate that people must constantly refer to how handsome he is, in a vain - pun intended - attempt to convince anyone other than himself that he is handsome?