Synopsis
You don't have to believe... just beware.
The Candyman, a murderous soul with a hook for a hand, is accidentally summoned to reality by a skeptic grad student researching the monster's myth.
1992 Directed by Bernard Rose
The Candyman, a murderous soul with a hook for a hand, is accidentally summoned to reality by a skeptic grad student researching the monster's myth.
Virginia Madsen Tony Todd Xander Berkeley Kasi Lemmons Vanessa Williams DeJuan Guy Marianna Elliott Ted Raimi Ria Pavia Mark Daniels Lisa Ann Poggi Adam Philipson Eric Edwards Carolyn Lowery Barbara Alston Sarina C. Grant Latesha Martin Lanesha Martin Michael Culkin Bernard Rose Glenda Starr Kelly Kenneth A. Brown Caesar Brown Terrence Riggins Gilbert Lewis Rusty Schwimmer Baxter Harris John Rensenhouse Mika Quintard Show All…
Ellen Heuer Tami Treadwell Joan Rowe Sean Rowe Tommy Goodwin Nigel Holland Leonard Marcel Michael Barry Greg Steele Ken S. Polk Charles Ewing Smith Reinhard Stergar Anne Pope Laura Fried
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white people love to say candyman five times and then get mad when they die like damn what’d you expect? a gummy worm? fuck off
Uses gentrification and academia in Chicago as an access point to the trauma of slavery being painted over in reconstruction, before jumping off into a moody urban folklore dream where historical pain is mythologized and martyred in the form of Tony Todd's Candyman whose incredible physical presence, reverberating voice and vicious acts of violence serve to draw (and heighten) his feelings of longing and rage into something tangible and fleshy. Between the excellent location work and Don't Look Now's cinematographer Anthony B. Richmond there's a lot of gorgeously grimy detail and texture to the images which amplifies Clive Barker's nasty writing (which shares a lot of Hellraiser's beautifully grotesque/perverse pain & pleasure elements) and Phillip Glass's beautifully dreamy score.
Not quite…
90’s graffiti gothic Urban folklore loaded with subtext and oodles of everything that makes me love the first half of that decades horror way more than its much lauded second half. The grotesque Barker flourishes are gruesomely beautiful and startling, the Chicago setting and beautiful overhead shots works perfectly, the urban legend academia angle is equal parts interesting/disturbing, and that score is just to die for… the kind of hauntingly beautiful saccharine soundwaves that become legendary the second you hear it.
In a decade filled with some of my all time favorite genre jams, Candyman is perhaps My favorite 90’s horror film and a genre monolith if you ask me. The kind of movie that scared the hell out of me in my formative years and still manages to flex that terror clout almost 30 years later.
Special shoutout to all timer sleazeball Xander Berkeley—never trust a man who calls you sweetie pie.
Essential.
If Candyman was real I would simply just not say his name 5 times in the mirror 😌
“Be my victim!”
Candyman, which plays more like a ‘70s giallo, than a straight up slasher; takes its sweet time getting to the “fun” parts. The first half is dialogue driven with sprinkles of jump scares designed to tease the audience until the iconic Candyman appears to fuck a motherfucker up. Virginia Madsen gives the Marlboro Man Stage 4 Lung Cancer with the amount of cigarettes she puffs on as she works on her thesis on Urban Legends, and crosses paths with the wrong motherfucker with a hook for a hand.
Tony Todd is one scary fucker. He brings real fear and anxiety to his Candyman. He’s vicious to the bone and badder than a junkyard dog. Plus, he dresses…