Times change, styles change, and Miley Cyrus does exactly the same, this time dipping way back to the more wholesome '50s/'60s (with one nod to the more recent pole-dancing past, albeit with a huge "No One Stays The Same" title).
Master Of None co-creator Alan Yang directs a genius video that pokes fun at the fact that Friends was an exceptionally white show, by recasting a remake with a who's who of current black stars, including Jerrod Carmichael, Issa Rae, Lakeith Stanfield, Tiffany Haddish, Tessa Thompson and Lil Rel Howery.
Holy crap. An all-star, action packed trailer for Jay Z and Beyonce first feature film coming... NEVER. So, breath a sigh of relief, since all involved surely know that this compilation of action flick cliches would be a clunker even by Hollywood crap standards.
That said: We get Beyonce at her hottest, Jay at his most badass and cast that would be the envy of any blockbuster: Sean Penn, Don Cheadle, Guillermo Diaz, Emmy Rossum, Jake Gyllenhaal, Blake Lively, Rashida Jones and Kidada Jones.
What, you're not familiar with the saying, "A hat in your life takes you to paradise?" Well, nevermind, since the b&w intro quickly flips to a pink performance piece with Jessie J and Robin Thicke adding starpower to master mixer DJ Cassidy.
The-Dream is not down with foreplay. He will, however, find the time for a foursome. And, no, I don't mean golf.
Director X lets the camera sweep over the stunning architecture of Pomona, CA's Diamond Ranch High School it's alien terrain, populated by three women who strut and pose and eventually go for a ride with the laidback Dream.
Just your average pool party. That is, if you have a mansion, friends like Chris Brown and Wiz Khalifa, lots of bootyful pool guests and a couple helicopters in the distance. Director Colin Tilley keeps the tone as loose as it should be, letting Sean Kingston goof around with his featured guest and the talent.
Despite a couple interludes where real-life lovers Ciara and Future spark up a romance, this video doesn't stray far from exactly what the song title demands — even if it turns out to be a (body) party of one.