All hail Ma Rainey.
The real-life Mother of the Blues gets star power treatment of such high wattage it can scarcely be measured.
Peerless acting, a tight ensemble, cinematography burnished to a warm, heraldic bronze, class-act direction, music that heals the hunger inside and costumes that fit the characters like kidskin gloves all work together to bring Ruben Santiago-Hudson’s screen adaptation of August Wilson’s play Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom to exhilarating, abundant life.
It’s like a rare comet streaking across your home screen. Never have you seen anything like it. Never will you see anything like it again.
That is, in part, due to the death of Chadwick Boseman earlier…