Last Monday (2026) feels like a love letter to the soul of the Friday universeālouder, angrier, and funnier, but also more aware of the world it lives in. This isnāt just another hangout comedy; itās a story about a neighborhood standing its ground, using humor as both a shield and a weapon when everything familiar is on the verge of being erased.

Ice Cubeās Craig returns with the weight of experience etched into his calm authority. Heās older now, sharper, and deeply protective of the block that shaped him. Craig isnāt just trying to throw a partyāheās trying to preserve identity, memory, and community in a world that would rather replace history with glass condos and parking garages.
Chris Tuckerās Smokey explodes back onto the screen like he never left. Loud, reckless, and hilariously unpredictable, Smokey is both the heart and the chaos of the film. His humor masks fear, his jokes hide frustration, and Tucker brilliantly reminds us why Smokey remains one of comedyās most unforgettable characters.

Mike Eppsā Day-Day steps into the spotlight as āhead of security,ā and the title alone is a setup for disaster. Day-Dayās confidence wildly outweighs his competence, turning every attempt at order into a new layer of madness. Epps leans fully into the absurdity, delivering nonstop laughs while grounding the film in classic Friday energy.
Then thereās Katt Williamsā Money Mikeālouder, flashier, and more self-absorbed than ever. As a social media influencer obsessed with clout, Money Mike represents a new generation colliding with old-school values. Williams steals scenes with rapid-fire delivery, but beneath the comedy lies a sharp satire of performative activism and ego-driven āsupport.ā
What makes Last Monday work is how it balances ridiculous humor with real stakes. Gentrification isnāt treated as a background jokeāitās the engine of the story. The threat feels real, personal, and painful, giving the comedy something solid to push against. When the crew jokes, itās not because they donāt careāitās because laughing is how they survive.

The block party itself becomes the filmās emotional centerpiece. Music, food, arguments, dance battles, and pure chaos collide in a celebration that feels messy, alive, and deeply human. Itās not polished. Itās not corporate. Itās the hood saying, weāre still here.
Visually, the film leans into warm street tones, crowded frames, and lived-in spaces. Every corner feels occupied by memoryāporch steps, sidewalks, front yards filled with stories. The camera doesnāt romanticize the block; it respects it.
The chemistry between the four leads is undeniable. You donāt feel like youāre watching actors revisit rolesāyou feel like youāre catching up with old friends who never stopped arguing, laughing, and fighting for each other. The rhythm of their banter feels natural, unforced, and deeply nostalgic.

Underneath the jokes, Last Monday asks a serious question: what happens when progress doesnāt include the people who built the place? The film doesnāt offer easy answers, but it makes one thing clearācommunity isnāt something you can bulldoze without consequences.
By the time the final beat lands, Last Monday leaves you laughing, nodding, and maybe even a little angryāin the best way. It proves that the Friday spirit isnāt just about getting through the day. Sometimes, itās about standing your ground and turning one last Monday into something unforgettable.