MacDara Conroy’s review published on Letterboxd :
Clearly a passion project for Don Cheadle, who makes gestures towards a warts-and-all portrait of the legendary jazz musician over straight hagiography. However, that’s also within the framework of a kind of caper flick that, a lot like the similarly toned Elvis & Nixon from the following year, or the George Clooney biopics that are an obvious inspiration, is mostly made-up bobbins. Structurally, and dialogue-wise, it feels better suited for the stage than the screen; its symbolism (a tray of coke obscuring the face of Davis’ ex-wife on an album cover springs to mind) is far too direct. It’s got issues. But so did Miles, in fairness.