Film

Sugar Hill

Name: Sugar Hill
Genre: Crime, Action, Horror
Released: 1974
Cast: Marki Bey, Robert Quarry, Don Pedro Colley, Betty Anne Rees, Richard Lawson

Other titles called Sugar Hill: the 1994 film.

Crime

A 1974 revenge film where a woman wronged by the mob turns to voodoo magic for justice. It's stylish blaxploitation mixed with genuine horror—skeleton zombies, occult atmosphere, and real anger. For anyone who loves '70s genre cinema that doesn't apologize for its strangeness or its politics.

TMDb rating

2.9

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