Nico DeGregorio’s review published on Letterboxd:
I'm broke. So whenever a critically acclaimed Broadway play by an iconic playwright is adapted as a movie, I watch it rather than throw a hissy fit. I know some cinephiles are allergic to movies like A Few Good Men or Doubt or Glengarry Glen Ross. And I admit, I was equally annoyed by Fences, yet another August Wilson adaptation starring Viola Davis and produced by Denzel Washington. But I think long monologues are cool everywhere, and if I can't see them from the mezzanine of the Shubert, my couch will do just fine.
Is Ma Rainey too loquacious and limited in scope to fully work as a movie? Maybe. But as one last chance to see Chadwick Boseman showcase his radiance, how can anyone say this was a mistake?