You know what? Whatever. I liked Central Intelligence. I came down hard on it because it could stand improvement on a molecular level, and a few tweaks might have elevated it to greatness; it’s a movie with an identity crisis, wherein it cannot decide if it is a serious action comedy (and therefore understands how spy flicks actually work), or if it is a “long hair, don’t care” bit of absurdist farce. But it’s funny, Dwayne Johnson and Kevin Hart are terrific together, and it moves, so who the fuck cares? If you read my review for Paste Magazine, you’ll get what I’m talking about.