Finally, a direct-to-video movie has the guts to take on one of the central issues facing the stolid, blandly handsome middle-aged men of today: the constant threat posed by aggressive, large-breasted teenage nymphets whose sexual obsession turns deadly. Sure, the Alicia Silverstone vehicle The Crush mined this territory several years ago, but given the magnitude of the crisis, it should be mandatory for low-budget films to revisit this thematic terrain at least once every two or three years. Devil In The Flesh's stolid, blandly handsome man is Alex McArthur, a popular high-school teacher whose dreamy looks and charismatic teaching style have won him the hearts of many of his students, particularly a moody, large-breasted teenage nymphet played by Rose McGowan. Predictably, the bodies soon pile up, as McGowan wisely concludes that the way to win McArthur's heart is to kill everyone close to him. Like The Crush, Devil In The Flesh is tedious, exploitative, and hypocritical: Both films spend half their running time leering at their respective teen vixens and the other half hypocritically condemning their assertive sexuality. Devil In The Flesh's pulpy content would seem to at least keep it from getting too boring, but it's so ploddingly obvious and poorly made that it fails to provide even the basest titillation. McGowan has had a ton of vixen parts, so she should be able to play the titular anti-heroine in her sleep, but here she seems to be biding her time, fully aware that better roles lie just around the corner. As for McArthur, his performance as McGowan's uptight would-be suitor is boring enough to make viewers nostalgic for the sort of animalistic charisma Cary Elwes brought to his similar role in The Crush.