Who knows how Sugar ended up in my Netflix queue, but it did, and it wound up here on June 11, sitting atop the TV hutch all that time while I bided my time. I think I watched about the first ten minutes of the film before ejecting the disk. Perhaps the worst movie ever made. It's a super-cheapie B&W indie film with no sound effects, no soundtrack, and no dialogue. None. At least, not in the first ten or so minutes. You want to watch a silent movie about a girl in a filthy apartment who re-arranges the filth in her room for no apparent reason, you watch Sugar. Me, no frickin' way. What's the movie about? Who knows, you'd have to watch the thing to find out, and since you get no hints up front other than the theoretical tease with the body in the wall, well, the filmmakers just haven't done their job in setting up the story. Experimental? Nah. Horse dung dressed up as meatloaf.
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