Searching for Sugar Man

Fantastic Story about an amazing man.

This is an amazing story.

Amazing and touching story. A beautiful and awesome documentary. I love it.

One of the best music documentaries I’ve ever seen. RIP Sixto

When I first saw this very appreciated documentary by the now sadly deceased Swedish filmmaker Malik Bendjelloul, in an almost empty cinema in Hallstahammar. So was it a really deep moving event. Because, neither in front nor behind me, so, did I have another viewer, how crunched on a nosy sweet, except myself. As I could not help myself from buying a Marabou Milk chocolate roll. But as the city of Detroit started to occur on the screen, through a black and white illustrations in the beginning of this documentary. Which Malik himself had drawn, added music to and edit, as there was no money to hire a professional painter so where I really blown away. And the feeling lasted until I found out that the musician Rodriguez, which the film revolves around would have committed an extremely cruel suicide. By either setting himself on fire. Or shot himself in front of a small crowd during a bar gig.

Well, it made me so stunned that the chocolate bar was uneaten during the whole movie. Because, from this moment, so do we already knowing how the story going to end. So why should I then see it to the end? Well, for me. So is it nice to hear about his carrier Which consisted of playing in small bars here and there in Detroit, in both the 60's and '70s. Until he was discovered by 2 Motown producers. And got to record an album in 1970 (Cold Fact), which certainly fell on critics' lips. But it flopped in terms of sales.
And unfortunately, things did not go better for his second album “Coming From Reality”.

So, he was dropped by his label. Which is surreal, because it occurred two weeks before Christmas - as he sings in one of his songs. And after we hear this news. So, is this movie hanging in the air, to use a Swedish expression. But luckily enough, so did a stay in my seat. I there-fore found out that Rodriguez was bigger than The Beatles in South Africa during the apartheid. As the album “Cold Fact” where smuggled into the country. But that was not reported to Rodriguez. No money where therefore getting into his pocket during this time and it has not either happen-ed even after this documentary where released as far as I know. But that is not a big deal if Rodriguez was dead. Witch is a really good question. Because, Bendjelloul makes his documenttary as if it were a murder investigation. We in the audience therefore never know more than 2 fans, who decided to find out the truth. And it keeps us on our toes at all times. And that's the best way to hear this story, and that's why I'm not going to say a word about how it ends.

Thanks for keeping me alive!

Damn.

I loved this documentary. They could have delved deeper in to the seedy lack of accountability shown by the record labels I feel.

bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.**Love never fails**..
yes ,Love never fails.. And here is a proof of that.

Amazing soundtrack and very good story even though the director omitted crucial parts of the story.

Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business
While the rain drank champagne
My Estonian Archangel came and got me wasted
Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted
Oh but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,
Neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed
Cause my heart's become a crooked hotel full of rumours
But it's I who pays the rent for these fingered-face out-of-tuners
and I make 16 solid half hour friendships every evening
Cause your queen of hearts who is half a stone
And likes to laugh alone is always threatening you with leaving
Oh but they play those token games on Willy Thompson
And give a medal to replace the son of Mrs. Annie Johnson
Cause they told me everybody's got to pay their dues
And I explained that I had overpaid them
So overdued I went to the company store
and the clerk there said that they had just been invaded
So I set sail in a teardrop and escaped beneath the doorsill
Cause the smell of her perfume echoes in my head still
Cause I see my people trying to drown the sun
In weekends of whiskey sours
Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers?