matt lynch’s review published on Letterboxd:
Drains all the texture and thorny Black Americana out of the original in favor of callbacks and cheap gags. There's so little meat on its clothesline narrative, with none of the older film's sweetness added to this one's relatively tame depiction of aspiration nor frankness added to this toothless story of reverse assimilation. Ugly too, replacing the wintry New York locations with soundstages and green screens, shot like a sitcom. Really disappointing from Brewer.