“SEARCHING FOR SUGAR MAN” My rating: A- (Opens Oct. 12 at the Tivoli and Glenwood at Red Bridge)
86 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13
“Searching for Sugar Man” plays less like a documentary than like a decade-spanning, continent-jumping whodunnit about a legendary “lost” musician.
It is both specific and mythic, and the film is such a perfect series of ever-expanding revelations that I’m afraid to say too much about it, lest the pleasure of discovery be ruined for those who have so far managed to avoid the publicity blitz surrounding the movie.
So I’m going to assume, dear reader, that you know next to nothing about the obscure musician known as Rodriguez, and that you missed last Sunday’s “60 Minutes” segment about him and this movie.
This effort from Swedish filmmaker Malik Bendjelloul begins in Detroit, where in the late ‘60s a musician named Rodriguez recorded two albums that vanished without a commercial ripple. He was known only as Rodriguez, a singer/songwriter described by his producers – one a seasoned veteran of the Motown label – as an egoless drifter and a musical wordsmith whose songs rivaled those of Bob Dylan.
He wasn’t just a musician, they say. “He was a wise man and a prophet.”
No one seems to know what happened to Rodriguez. He just vanished.









