I’m holding back on the 4.5 because:
- Payne, like virtually every white filmmaker, is terrified of handling his black characters in such a way as to suggest that they might be flawed or possess an emotional life beyond dispensing good-natured wisdom or angelic regard for all those around them. But, it’s Payne, so his handling of this handicap is still light years ahead of most.
- While luxuriating in fine character work, it shambles to its destination, and I’m not convinced some fat couldn’t be trimmed.