Thursday, April 2, 2009


Sugar (Algenis Perez Soto) and his Dominican teammates at a baseball academy in San Pedro de Macorís.

Written and Directed by Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck
Starring Algenis Perez Soto, Ann Whitney, Richard Bull, Ellary Porterfield, Rayniel Rufino, Andre Holland, and Jose Luis Romero
114 Minutes

By Robert Rosen

Sugar is more than a poignant, compelling film with an appealing cast of virtual unknowns and an interesting soundtrack featuring Chilean singer Gepe’s very cool Spanish version of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.” Arguably, it’s also an important movie—about language, the immigrant experience, and baseball.

But I’ll leave that argument to other, more knowledgeable writers, like my TLR colleague J.C. Malone, who was born in San Pedro de Macorís, in the Dominican Republic, and has written, in both English and Spanish, a biography of that modest-size city’s best-known native son, Sammy Sosa.

For those who don’t follow the game, it should be said that San Pedro is to baseball what Liverpool once was to rock ’n’ roll: a breeding ground and launching pad for raw talent. At least 30 big-league ballplayers were born there. And they all got their start in one of San Pedro’s baseball academies, where coaches and scouts molded them into potential professionals, creating for these local athletes an opportunity to be plucked from poverty and obscurity, deposited in a major-league spring-training camp, and given the chance to conquer America.

But as every aspiring professional ballplayer knows, the odds of making it to the big leagues are slim, because pure athletic ability is only one factor in a wide array of physical, social, emotional, and intellectual skills that an athlete must master if he’s to have a real shot at success.

Sugar makes this clear in the opening scene, which takes place in an academy classroom, where a group of Dominican ballplayers are learning to speak baseball English—“pop fly … ground ball … home run.” Later, in the locker room, they practice their English singing “Take Me out to the Ball Game.” Though they know almost all the words, they don’t seem to understand what a lot of them mean, and it’s touching to watch them struggle through the most difficult phrases, singing the song with feeling, as if it were a hymn.

It’s this struggle to communicate in a foreign language that provides the film with some of its most entertaining moments. Most of them come courtesy of Miguel “Sugar” Santos (Algenis Perez Soto), a determined and intelligent, though immature, 19-year-old pitcher whose family is depending on his rubber arm and explosive curveball to lift them out of the slums of San Pedro—depicted here with unsentimental realism—with a big-league contract.

When Sugar—so called because he likes desserts and has a “sweet” pitching motion—finds himself playing for the Swing, a class-A team in the Iowa hinterlands, he quickly learns enough English to order three different kinds of eggs for breakfast and to call an opposing player a “cocksucker,” a term he picks up from Brad (Andre Holland), a Berkeley-educated African-American shortstop with laid-back California charm, a firm grip on reality, and enough Spanish to exchange pleasantries with Sugar, calling him his hermano.

Brad’s rudimentary Spanish is far more advanced than that of the Higginses, a family of devout Christian baseball fans who provide Sugar with room and board while he’s in Iowa. The mother, Helen (Ann Whitney), befuddles Sugar when she points to her washing machine and says, “You put the sopa in here.” She thinks she’s saying soap, though she’s actually saying soup. And her teenage daughter, Anne (Ellary Porterfield), confuses Sugar even more, taking him to a Christian youth meeting and later flirting with him, allowing him one innocent kiss, and then running away.

Yet it’s the contrast between Brad and Sugar that brings into focus the dilemma at the heart of this film: What do you do if you don’t beat the overwhelming odds and make it to the big leagues? Brad plans to teach history. But Sugar, like the other Dominican players, has no real fallback plan and no education—he doesn’t even know who Roberto Clemente is. If he doesn’t make it to the big leagues, his choices are limited. He can either return to his disappointed family and the poverty of the D.R. or go to the Bronx and live in one of the largest Dominican communities in America, working at a survival job in the taunting shadow of Yankee Stadium.

Communicating a visceral sense of what it’s like when your future dangles on the most delicate thread, the filmmakers do an excellent job of showing how Sugar and his Dominican teammates walk, with no net underneath, a physical and psychological tightrope between the D.R. and the American Dream. They show how easy it is to lose your stuff and let momentary failure shatter your confidence; how difficult it is to break out of a slump; and how painful it is when your life and your family’s well-being hinge on a dream that can vanish in the time it takes to drive a hanging curve over the left-field wall.


Anonymous said...

I've been reading LOTS of SUGAR reviews, and yours is one of the best. Your insight, especially, not only into baseball but into the feelings and psychology at all levels of a young man carrying the hope of his impoverished family, from a Third World country, defining and redefining what success is and what it means to be a man, to adjust to everything as an athlete, a stranger in a strange land and culture all at once.

Robert Rosen said...

Thank you for posting that comment. I really appreciate it.

mixedflowers said...

Just saw the movie yesterday and I'm still thinking about it. Your review beautifully captured everything I felt about the movie. The actor who played the title role was amazing, and it's hard to believe they "plucked him off the ballfield" to play the role.

Sonia said...

I saw the movie this afternoon and cried at the beginning and at the end. Your review captured much of what I loed about it. But there's a detail in your review that isn't quite right: the eggs scene. Sugar has learned enough English to order "eggs," but not enough to understand when the waitress asks what kind of eggs, scrambled, over easy, or sunny side up. After he stares at her uncomprehendingly, she eventually gets the problem. And she brings him a plate with all 3 versions of eggs and explains slowly which each one is. It's one of the most poignant scenes in the film and makes you wonder why the baseball people, who have to spend much more time with Spanish-language players, don't have as much sensitivity to the language problem as the waitress does.

Robert Rosen said...


Thank you for your comment.

I was under the impression that after the waitress brought Sugar the three kinds of eggs, and explained what each one was, he was then able to order the kind of eggs he wanted (instead of ordering French toast every day).

Anonymous said...

Great review man! I just saw the film earlier today in LA and enjoyed it. I'd agree that your review was one of, if not the best, one that I read. Rock on.

Robert Rosen said...

Again, to all of you, thank you so much for posting your comments. All of us at The Looseleaf Report work hard to bring you intelligent, insightful commentary and it's good to know that it's appreciated.

Anonymous said...

I posted this on IMDB but I liked your review so wanted to say something similar here. I liked the movie and thought it was a great look at a part of baseball that isn't seen enough. However I walked away thinking that Sugar just gave up much earlier than he had to. You're right, he was in a tough spot and he did get a bit of a bad break but what was his souution to that? To quit after a few months in the minors? As you say in your review, What do you do if you don't beat the odds and you have no fallback plan? Doesn't that mean Sugar should have redoubled his efforts and tried even harder to come back from his injury?

I'm not disagreeing on your judgement of the movie, I liked it. I just would have liked to have seen Sugar stick it out a little more rather than moving to the Bronx and playing in a rec league.