Morocco Vaughn makes his feature film directorial debut with this drug-induced thriller, that revolves around the world of dealers, and cravings of addicts, centered in a clubbing atmosphere, while using Ken Hoyd’s script, that has an orthodox detective using whatever means necessary to stop a serial killer targeting the addicts, and in some manner both cop and killer have their own demons and addictions.
First, a deep breath, as I try to work through both a confusing movie with an equally strange serial killer (not in a good way) who’s also a drug dealer, with a new drug that’s delivered vaginally and he’s slaughtering his own clients, because of his religious morality ranting. Whew! A lot going on here, but sadly it’s a muddled mess, let’s start with Chase the killer and a drug chemist (Micah Fitzgerald (Bastard )), who began killing his clients from a drug-n-rave club fest. Throughout the film he delivers incoherent and long winded devout ramblings while denouncing the sinful path of his druggies all in the name of trying to save them from their demise, even though his salvation is ghastly murders. Meanwhile the uncovered officer Zach (Vinicius Machado) has own addictions, causing problems on the force, as he uses a nonsense method to work for information on the street. Wait there’s more from the greatest DJ ever and friend of Zach named Rush (Billy Dec), star of the Mollywood club, where Chase is also friends with the DJ and his new drug OZ is making a killing on the club floor. Then one more problem to include turf wars against dealer Bijou, played by rap artist Waka Flocka Flame. By now the biggest problem in the script, and there’s a lot, not for the audience to care about, these characters are all shallow hulls of humanity.
The inexperience is shown on the film, when concerning both the limitations of club scenes and anything involving darkened rooms or nighttime shots, it all just becomes too hard to see and enjoy. While the gory effects appear decent, the storyline is highly convoluted and endless dull dialogue flooding the scenes, that drowns any attempts at generating suspense. Thrillers themselves, are a difficult genre, unless you have a strong script and the direction is spot-on, if not it’s best to start with a drama with action or with limited funds, straight-up horror. A note of the script, it sadly seems to treat the female characters with no depth or caring, as if they are hollow inside and wretched wrecks of their former selves. However, as mentioned above, at no point is there any care generated for anyone in the production.
The problems with Mollywood is the killer himself is fairly boring, and hence leads to it all to not being scary, hence striving for a nasty and unpleasant kill-fest, loses traction quickly to keep the audience entertained. If one seeks to find a movie that deals with drug culture, dealers and the involvement of police, best to look at Training Day (2001) for more entertainment and thrills, than this production.
IMDb Rating: 3.0/10
Baron’s Rating: 2.5/10