Sugar Daddy (2020)
(On Cable TV, July 2021) Even the dullest viewer will eventually figure out that Sugar Daddy is a vanity project for multitalented musician-actress Kelly McCormack, who wrote, produced and stars. When she’s not in the middle of the film’s scenes, it’s because the narrative stops dead in its track to deliver musical interludes that reinforce how other characters talk about her protagonist as a musical genius. But as with some other vanity projects, McCormack doesn’t self-insert as a flawless character. In fact, her protagonist is so flawed that she drags the film down with her: sullen, prickly, joyless, with such poor social graces that she turns to escorting older men when she gets fired from a last-chance job. (Somehow, her clients are charmed by her irritating bluntness — another mark of a vanity project.) She sexually assaults her roommate at one point, hurls abuse at her sister for daring to sleep with that roommate… and yet somehow is supposed to be the one we cheer for. There are high points to the film, but you have to wait for them: Colm Feore is terrific as an older man seeking company, while the film’s high point is probably a frank discussion examining various perspectives on young women escorting older men (even in a non-sexual way). There’s some wit in Sugar Daddy, but it’s not carried through the rest of this singularly disappointing film. I strongly suspect that I’m the wrong audience for it, but that doesn’t excuse its missteps along the way.