Directed and written by Kenya Cagle, Sin Apple is what happens when a love spell goes wrong. Sure, you get the love of your life to worship you — “I ask her to fart. She farts.” — but then it all goes too far. Kind of like this movie, which is 110 minutes, but things end and start again so many times that you’ll be convinced that you’ve entered a vortex of some sort. I don’t say that as a bad thing.

The IMDB reviews are all either 10 stars or 1, which means that when this was released, people tried to post positive-bomb reviews, and by that, I mean 12 bombs. And then you get bon mots like this: “Sin Apple has the worst parts of 2 great cities, toxic masculinity, toxic christianity, colorism and far right leaning vibes, which is nasty for an all black cast.”

Or “By far the absolute worst film I have ever seen in my life. The unnecessary badly-written dialogue in this movie drags for so long. If you are looking for a horror movie to watch, skip this one.”

Richard is so obsessed with Lola, so he goes to Madam Latasha, whose magic is somehow based around taking selfies, which is a thing. Yet when Aunt Rhonda finds the cell phone, which was to be destroyed, it all goes wrong, and Richard becomes a red-eyed demon, killing between New York City and Las Vegas. 

There’s also a cop investigating it all who can barely get dressed and may flub every one of his lines, but dammit, they’re in the movie.

The auteur theory is real, and this movie is a prime example of it; Cagle is creating a whole new world here, a place where anything really and truly happens. Sure, you can look at it as a low-tech, barely coherent movie, but why be so small-minded about things?

You can watch this on Tubi.