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After a month with a foldable phone, I can't justify buying an 'Ultra' model anymore

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Why This Matters

The Motorola Razr+ demonstrates that premium foldable phones don't necessarily require ultra-high prices, offering comparable performance to the Ultra model at a more accessible cost. This shift challenges the traditional hierarchy of flagship devices, emphasizing value and practicality for consumers. As foldable phones become more mainstream, such models could influence industry standards and consumer expectations.

Key Takeaways

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ZDNET's key takeaways

Motorola's Razr+ challenges the idea that you need a flagship phone for a flagship experience.

In daily use, it feels identical to the more expensive Razr Ultra across most tasks.

The Razr+ is the best of Motorola's 2026 series, balancing performance with cost.

Back in the day, smartphone lineups were simple. You had the standard model and the bigger, better Plus option for people willing to spend a bit more. Then things got complicated. Companies began introducing Pro phones, Ultra models, Fan Editions, and more.

Along the way, the Plus devices began to feel like the awkward middle child. Too expensive for bargain hunters but not premium enough for big spenders. I've reached a point where I ask myself: What is the point of a Plus model in 2026? Why not just offer a base model and the Ultra and call it a day?

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That preconception changed after spending the past few weeks with the 2026 Motorola Razr+ as my daily driver. The Razr+ is the Motorola phone I usually ignore. It's not as cheap as the base Razr nor as premium as the Razr Ultra. But after my time with it, the mobile device never felt like a compromise; rather, it felt like the version most people should buy.

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