Raymond & Ray does have its moments, but it seems obsessed with trying to be different when it’s basically just warming up leftovers.

The third act is clunky and disappointing, as both men coincidentally encounter women who have been crudely shoehorned into the narrative solely to smooth our boys’ furrowed brows and, well, to cure them.

... It never rings true, a portrait of grief afraid to confront itself in any real way.

I really enjoyed it until the last few minutes. The characters were interesting, the dynamic between the brothers was believable, and the plot was intimate and engaging. If only the female characters didn’t fall into tropes, I would have liked it more.