Fans of cult goddesses Lynn Lowry and Mary Woronov will doubtlessly be excited by their relatively explicit love scenes together, but few others will find Sugar Cookies thought-provoking or titillating in any way. This dark erotic thriller is never quite as clever as it seems to think it is, leading the viewer to a foregone conclusion that is interrupted only by pointless subplots that add nothing to the story. While the bulk of the film's mid-section is taken up with long scenes of the leading ladies romping in fields and taking baths together, unfunny comic relief is provided by a fat, teenaged cross-dresser who seems to be AWOL from some other film (most likely the work of co-writer Lloyd Kaufman, who later exhibited a similar adolescent sense of humor in trash epics like The Toxic Avenger). Also puzzling is Monique van Vooren's role as Max Vavell's ex-wife, who appears in several scenes to simply sputter and fume in frustration at his insensitivity; after watching him murder a girl in cold blood in the opening scene, further development of the character's personal shortcomings is hardly necessary. Perhaps director/co-writer Theodore Gershuny had more psychosexual matters on his mind, since every heterosexual coupling in the film is punctuated with bloodshed (and in one early scene, contrasted with an autopsy), and even the lesbian relationship is no more than a vampiric power game. If there's a point to this dim view of sexual dynamics, it's lost not so much in sensationalism, but in the pedestrian plotting and haphazard structure upon which it's displayed.
by Fred Beldin review