J-Lo gives Latrice lips in the beginning and for a hot second you think OH! THIS MIGHT BE FUN! Then it just devolves into late-’90s laser madness and hoochies in skin-tight track suits, and Jenny just looks like your mom at a rave, which is sad and embarrassing, and Flo Rida is just THE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR in dance music, so no, no, no. She should have stuck with her day job. Or at least pulled some fierce outfits because the pink billowing cloak isn’t doing it for me. Up your game, girl.