The trouble lies in director Rawson Marshall Thurber’s patchy handling of the story. There are moments when the film is slow and sluggish, and then it is on steroids with hyper action. Those are the moments when you thanks god that you are in this ride with a big Johnson and a little Hart. Also, watch out for the cameos both credited and not.

The film’s deft pace, it’s frenzied silliness, punchy wisecracks coupled with the Johnson and Hart’s deft handling of the situational comedy holds your interests despite the threadbare plot. It’s a genuinely funny film so be prepared for a part deux soon.

Technically, the film is astutely crafted. Barry Peterson’s camera work is noteworthy and his visuals are accompanied by Ludwig Goransson and Theodore Shapiro’s music, which is seamlessly layered by Michael L.Sale’s efficient editing. 
Overall Central Intelligence is a fun film only if you park your intelligence for a while.

Central Intelligence may be a buddy-comedy, but it’s Johnson’s movie all the way.

And it’s been a while since I’ve clutched my stomach so hard or have my face hurt thanks to laughing so hard.

So if you want some light-hearted fun while attempting to survive the summer heat, this is it.