Sync sounds with sight saturation. This film is like none other. It earns its “R” with language and violence, but it’s a high octane musical feast as choreographed bystanders fit into each pop up stop center. All scenes fire as Baby, the boy driver for the bad King of hammered heists, Kevin Spacey, rolls in with new jobs, new teams, new tunes. But Baby has a heart, unlike the mad Bats, Jamie Foxx, and baddie Buddies like John Hamm. Non-stop but easy to palate, tracking scenes with songs is becoming the new need for film lovers, and I hope the love stays strong. Go, Baby, go.