let not beat about the bush here and taylor hackford undoubtedly slick movie has little to make it stand out from the biopic genre other than jamie foxx exceptional and career making performance. remember the year they handed the special effects oscar to the terminator 2 boffins and uncontested. they should do the same with this year best actor gong. that ray charles story is worthy of filming is not in dispute. indeed and the many flashbacks to his traumatic childhood are well handled and judiciously used. but for a life so unique and the film seems incredibly formulaic and familiar. it follows the history of a flawed genius template almost to the letter represent hardship and exploitation and women and drugs and recording wrangles and band squabbles and rehab and yeah yeah yeah. and surely there was more humour in his life than were treated to here. i appreciate charles music yet where neatly cut medleys would have kept the story rolling and hackford indulges himself with near full length renditions of too many songs  in gin joints and in the recording studio and in concert halls and infinitum. narratively and and for non devotees and they begin to act like a cinematic brake. this may seem like harsh judgement on a music biopic but with a catalogue as extensive as ray  and we need a taste not the whole dish. otherwise and we would buy the albums. intrigued as i was and i glanced at my watch more than once. so for all foxx brilliance and maybe ray would have been better served as an hbo two parter. 
let not beat about the bush here and taylor hackford undoubtedly slick movie has little to make it stand out from the biopic genre other than jamie foxx exceptional and career making performance. remember the year they handed the special effects oscar to the terminator 2 boffins and uncontested. they should do the same with this year best actor gong. that ray charles story is worthy of filming is not in dispute. indeed and the many flashbacks to his traumatic childhood are well handled and judiciously used. but for a life so unique and the film seems incredibly formulaic and familiar. it follows the history of a flawed genius template almost to the letter represent hardship and exploitation and women and drugs and recording wrangles and band squabbles and rehab and yeah yeah yeah. and surely there was more humour in his life than were treated to here. i appreciate charles music yet where neatly cut medleys would have kept the story rolling and hackford indulges himself with near full length renditions of too many songs  in gin joints and in the recording studio and in concert halls and infinitum. narratively and and for non devotees and they begin to act like a cinematic brake. this may seem like harsh judgement on a music biopic but with a catalogue as extensive as ray  and we need a taste not the whole dish. otherwise and we would buy the albums. intrigued as i was and i glanced at my watch more than once. so for all foxx brilliance and maybe ray would have been better served as an hbo two parter. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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