For the 100 minutes of this film’s running time, Miles Davis is taking no shit from nobody. Don Cheadle’s invocation of Miles is mad, bad and dangerous to know, as Ewan MacGregor’s desperate-for-a-scoop Rolling Stone reporter discovers. Even bullets are exchanged. Maybe this stream of consciousness, high-speed quasi-gangster flick doesn’t have a “jazz structure” as such but it jumps around enough to feel like it does. Fun. Cheadle also directs and co-writes.