Reviews

Like so many nightmare scenarios in modern life, Central Intelligence begins with a Facebook friend request. In high school, Calvin Joyner (Kevin Hart) was voted Most Likely to Succeed. He did not; the day before his 20-year reunion, he’s a low-level accountant. Too embarrassed and frustrated by the way his life has turned out (despite his relatively happy marriage to his high-school girlfriend Maggie, played by Danielle Nicolet), he’s decided to skip the reunion. That’s when the friend request arrives, from someone named Bob Stone. Calvin doesn’t know any Bob Stones, but he reluctantly accepts the friend request anyway. It turns out Bob Stone is actually Robert Weirdicht (say it out loud), who was involved in a horrific bullying incident back in high school.

Oh boy, another sequel.

Carly Rae Jepsen and her girls quickly forget about those pesky 'Boy Problems' in the video for the latest single from 'E•MO•TION.'

Netflix's Pee-wee movie stands with one foot planted in fan-pleasing homage, but its real strength is how it throws most of its weight into fresh territory.

Meghan Trainor is NOT having it on her defiant new banger, inspired after getting 'pissed' at L.A. Reid.

In 'Shades,' J. Lo proves she's not just a pop star on a screen.

Adele's back. 'Nuff said.

The Countess and her crew of strung-out, severally damaged friends welcome you to the Hotel Cortez.

In addition to the brand-new bop, Goulding's shared the track list and release date for her upcoming album, Delirium.

Amy Schumer kept Madison Square Garden laughing, and then Madonna brought them down on their knees.

‘Sicario’ is an exercise in prolonged tension like few others. Every moment from the first scene to the last is suspenseful. The opening, a deadly raid on a drug kingpin’s safe house establishes a terrifying precedent: In this film, violence can erupt at any time without any warning, and no one and nothing can be trusted. Having thoroughly unsettled the audience, director Denis Villeneuve keeps viewers on edge with shifty characters, sudden bursts of gunfire, and the careful use of a persistent, pounding score. Remember the scene in Boogie Nights where Alfred Molina is randomly tossing firecrackers at Mark Wahlberg and John C. Reilly? Sicario is like that scene for two straight hours with no “Sister Christian.” It is intense.

The Max Martin-produced track is a smooth dance floor banger with French house influences.