FOCUS Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool.

FOCUS is a misleading title: To enjoy this movie as much as you ought to, I recommend not paying attention to the details. If you do, you'll find a lot of holes, and that will take away from what a treat this movie is. And take it from me, you won't need to understand.

Will Smith stars as Nicky, a third-generation con man (a fresh prince of con men, if you will) who meets Jess (The Wolf of Wall Street's Margot Robbie), an aspiring grifter with natural talent but little grace. Nicky takes Jess under his metaphorical wing in the streets and under his literal body in the sheets during a frenetic first act of heistual education; cut to three years later, and both are out of the game (OR ARE THEY) and still thinking about each other (OR DO THEY) and the whole thing collapses into a mess of deception.

And this mess is delightful! Yes, I'm surprised, too: A February release starring a not-yet-as-famous-as-she-should-be actress and a not-nearly-as-famous-as-he-used-to-be actor has no business being as fun as Focus. Clever and consistently entertaining, Focus keeps you on your toes with frequent surprises, not the least of which is that it's a legitimately excellent movie. Smith tries to smarm up his West Philadelphia charm, but thankfully slips into that bad boy we've loved for years. 1998 called; it said Will Smith is dope, and it's right. Suck it, Jaden.

But see, I worry that giving this movie a positive review will backfire, because part of what made this so fun for me was going in with rock-bottom expectations. Also, I can't say a lot more without giving away several plot points that, come to think of it, didn't actually make much sense to begin with. Please, for your own good, don't get your hopes up. Just bounce with it.