The first lady of Terror Squad knows that leaning back is no substitute for dancing. But she's also undemanding: Her chorus command to "Put your right hand up, put your left hand up" is easier than the hokey pokey. Swizz's production imagines Scott Storch in a suit; it's what happens when a by-the-numbers banger hits the orchestra. Against stringed flights of fancy, Remy is all "Whateva, whateva." She really is that cool.