19 November 2015 | schadenfroh
When you open your film by calling someone a "modern Mozart," that's a tall order to fill; and not only does this film not make its case, I wondered half way through if it was actually parody. It was angst-y in a way that made me resent youth. It was joyless, gray and flat.
Hot Sugar's Cold World was hyperbolically pretentious, particularly when our protagonist prodigy decides he wants to "record the silence" of different funeral rooms and morgues. "The silence of that room was too intense for me." Screw you.
It's also enough to make one puke to hear this little twerp explain Pavlov's experiments to Neil Degrasse Tyson the way one might explain it to a five year old. Yeah, I think he gets it kid.
Like Nick says in voice over at the end, "I'm no longer afraid of getting old, or being old." Me neither. If this film is what youth is like, you can have it.