Sugar review: Colin Farrell channels Marlowe and Spade in a sun-washed neo-noir
Los Angeles, now-ish. One of Hollywood’s most famous producers has a “bum ticker” and a missing granddaughter. Luckily, the best finder in town is on the case, all gruff and wry voiceover narration, late-night whiskey in a glass with no rocks, forever tending a battle-wounded conscience while a mournful sax purrs.