Central Intelligence

There is, of course, absolutely nothing wrong with a silly summer popcorn movie. Turn your brain off, spend a couple of hours away from the stress of your life, and just enjoy a spectacle in a dark, air-conditioned theatre. That is what Central Intelligence aims to be, a funny romp with two very charismatic leads. Jokes ricochet past, shoot-outs occur at ever increasing intervals, and positive themes on being true to yourself are duly administered. And yet, the film traffics in such middle-of-the-road, mediocre material (most of the film's humor feels like it was filtered through a committee), that Central Intelligence is less the action/buddy comedy it strives to be and ends up a tedious mishmash of concepts in which the convoluted plot hijacks much of the fun from the proceedings, and does the two main stars no favors.

The stars in question are Dwayne Johnson and Kevin Hart, two celebrities on such a rise that I'm pretty sure this film was greenlit without a script. But here it is anyway: Hart plays Calvin, an accountant who peaked in high school and is now living a boring existence until he's contacted through social media by fellow student Bob (Johnson), who was once the target of endless bullying because of his weight, and now, well, is the Rock, a badass CIA agent. Calvin was the only kid who was nice to Bob, and the two reconnect in the midst of some MacGuffin plot involving a mysterious hacker called "Black Badger" and, naturally, stolen, ever-important satellite encryption codes (yawn). It's all there to highlight the chemistry between the two leads, and it often works in their favor as the film careens around, putting them in ridiculous situations. Nothing wrong with that, right? But too many times the film just falls flat, relying on Johnson and Hart's charm to carry an otherwise horrible bit that you might see at the tail end of a Saturday Night Live episode. Perhaps Hart and Johnson will find their respective break-out hits (Johnson is rumored to have signed on to over a dozen films in the next five years – in other words, the shotgun method), but Central Intelligence is a throwaway film that in all the worst ways give summer movies a bad name: told by idiots, full of sound and fury, and signifying nothing but first-weekend grosses.