I love you Mama. I love you Papa.
I like when you see a massively influential movie after all the things that it influenced and realize the things you liked in those were lesser versions of the things you liked in the massively influential movie.
In all honesty, not sure whether my experience with this was a little inconsistent because of the movie itself or because I watched it with a friend and we were a bit raucous. I lean towards a bit of both. I certainly did…
I find that I react most strongly to film's or media in general that find magic in the human condition. This can be stories like Shape of Water, an inherently magic story, told with a sense of whimsy. Or films like Candyman, a magical story by nature but one steeped in tragedy and metaphor. Films that seek to exaggerate, embelish, or simply find the magic of life are my absolute favorite.
This film features no explicit magic. Yet every frame…
I am rumor. It is a blessed condition, believe me.
Candyman is about so many different things. Its about stereotyping and mythology. Its about race and gentrification. Its about domestic violence and sexuality. It'd be understandable for a movie, so ambitious in what it would like to talk about to be rather inept at doing so.
And yet, Candyman cements itself, not as an ambitious disappointment, but as a triumphant success story that these topics can be discussed, and discussed…