The movie’s appeal for me rested in the absence of noise, violence and big-movie glam. It revolves around a photograph, — and the emotional complexity surrounding it — among members of a multigenerational family that just happens to be black. It is at times atmospheric, joyful and melancholy. There isn’t as much depth of character as I would have liked, but the cast is solid and likable, the music is fabulous and for two hours I completely forgot about Trump, Roger Stone, political debates and focused solely on how a couple would resolve its commitment issues.
The ending is pretty clichéd, but so what? Nobody cursed, got stabbed, beaten, shot or blown up — and that was good enough for me.