Cheadle, whose compact, wiry frame is a good match for Davis's, gives a brilliant physical performance, nailing the musician's raspy whisper of a voice, his imperious stare, and the rocking walk he adopted to favor an injured hip. But in the end, looking the part isn't enough. Less a character study than an impressionistic portrait of a troubled artist's internal chaos, Miles Ahead supplies just enough Davis to leave us jonesing for more.
Elise Nakhnikian
October 15, 2015