The title of this 2014 film refers to the life of Erica Stratton (Shelby Smith). Erica used to be married to a handsome man, and she used to have a nice big house, and she used to have what some would consider to be the perfect life. Unfortunately, her husband was controlling and abusive. One night, she woke up to find him staring at pornography on his laptop. It was a moment so terrifying that she still has nightmares about it. It turns out that Erica’s husband was not just looking at pornography. He was also… watching James Talarico commercials! No, no, I’m just kidding. This movie came out before anyone had ever heard of James Talarico. Instead, Erica’s husband was addicted to porn!

The marriage ended in divorce. Now, Erica lives with her two teenage children and she works as an accountant to pay the bills. She also regularly rides her bicycle. One day, she meets another bicyclist. Michael (Nathan Petty) seems like a nice, religious, bicycling sort of guy. He’s obviously interested in her and she likes him too, but can she learn to trust again? How will she react when she learns that even Michael, as perfect as he seems to be, was once addicted to online pornography?

Meanwhile, Erica’s teenage son is acting like a brat. His room is a mess. His music is too loud. His friends are losers. Erica works hard to help her son clean up his room and then, a few days later, the room is a mess again. (Sincere aside: that would so piss me off if I helped someone clean and they just let their room get messy again. Seriously, kick that kid out of the house if he can’t pick up his clothes and dust in the corners.) Her son sure is spending a lot of time on his laptop. What if he’s become addicted to pornography!?

So, that’s four times that I’ve referred to either “porn” or “pornography” in this review. Well, now it’s six times. I assume that means this post will quickly become the most visited review that I’ve ever posted. Apparently, there are a lot of addicts out there and all they do all day is type certain words into search engines and then… well, let’s not dwell too much on it. Anyway, if you’re one of those people and you’ve been led here by a search engine result, I apologize. And I hope you’re not addicted because, according to this film, every guy is.

Now, to be clear, there’s a lot of sick stuff online and if I woke up to discover someone that I loved looking at those sort of things, it would disturb me. If someone is looking at the type of stuff that would have gotten them arrested on To Catch A Predator, they definitely have a problem and I wouldn’t want them anywhere near my house. And there are guys out there who definitely have fried their brains with too much screentime. That said, I’ve always assumed that just about every guy has taken a look at more than a few nekkid pictures online because guys will be guys and it’s foolish (and perhaps a bit unfair) to expect them to be anything else, especially if they’re not in a committed relationship at the time. This film obviously disagrees, suggesting that anyone who so much as looks at one picture will automatically become a self-centered, brain-dread addict. The message largely seemed to be that people shouldn’t even be trusted with Internet access because who knows what they might see and find themselves incapable of looking away.

It’s an uphill battle, the film seems to tell us. But, if you’re lucky, you won’t get killed when your son’s addict friends run you over while speeding away from your house. It’s a silly and, in general, overacted film but never quite over-the-top enough to qualify as Reefer Madness-style camp.