The Photograph

It's a beguiling combination at first, but the surrounding story is too clunky, the revelations too telegraphed.

Simply put, Michael and Mae don't get enough time to just be, though a sequel could fix that.

Luxuriantly sensual and unashamedly romantic, The Photograph is a cat's cradle of connecting love stories, spun across states, decades and continents.

It's hard to imagine even the most susceptible audiences caring whether this bland couple get it together.

What luck, then, that Stella Meghie's film returns to its stronger elements so often.

Revel... in the subtle back-and-forth of becoming smitten, the glances, touches, silences. Think of it as a dance movie, a good one.

Rae is a bit stiff in the role, unable to really imbue Mae with the kind of interiority this sort of role calls for (and can’t seem to craft much chemistry with Stanfield), but Adams and Noel in the past sequences light the screen on fire

This was a nice film but the stakes were very low, which makes it a challenge to get through.

It's a sweet, yet forgetful film that never reaches the potential of its incredibly talented cast.

The appealing leads spark with genuine onscreen chemistry, and Meghie capitalizes on a terrific supporting cast to vividly render past and present in complementary balance.