Candyman has always been known to me as the movie that scared one of my brothers so bad that he had to sleep in the hallway outside his college roommates door in the house that they shared because he didn’t want to be alone.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mike, which brother was this?” I don’t want to throw anyone under the bus and I will always be completely honest with you, dear reader, when it comes to my opinions of these movies. I still feel obligated to protect this brother from any justifiable embarrassment he may feel, or completely understandable ribbing he may get for being that scared over an early 90′s mid-card slasher flick while on a date with a girl he was trying to impress. That said, I only have 2 brothers, so you got a 50/50 shot and, quite honestly, if you know them you’ll easily be able to decipher which one can’t handle his scares.
I never saw this movie because on paper I didn’t think it sounded particularly interesting. It seemed to just steal from the Bloody Mary urban legend, it didn’t have anyone I was familiar with, and outside of my brother, I didn’t know anyone who’d seen it (or if they had they certainly hadn’t recommended it).
After watching it I will admit I was pleasantly surprised. For starters, Virginia Madson is an easy 10. How did I not know this? I was rocked to the core and a little disappointed in my 12-year-old self for not knowing this at the time. She plays University of Illinois graduate student Helen Lyle who, along with her friend, is conducting research into urban legends. She stumbles across stories of a mythical serial killer named Candyman who has been tormenting Chicago’s infamous Cabrini-Green housing projects. What should terrify Madson actually fascinates her and her quest to uncover this legend leads her to become the object of Candyman’s desire.
A little backstory on Candyman - he was the son of a slave who became rich and accepted in polite society. Candyman was well educated and a talented artist who did portraits of fellow elites. He eventually fell in love with the daughter of a well-off white landowner. The affair led to her becoming pregnant and her father hired men to cut off his hand. The lynch mob then smeared his body with honey and covered him in bees. Not since My Girl have we witnessed death by bees quite like this. The mob then burned Candyman and scattered his ashes all over Cabrini-Green.
I can’t help but feel this movie is kinda racist and probably would not be made the same way today. Candyman is ultimately a tragic figure, but the audience is never made to feel that way. The poor guy fell in love with a white woman and was tortured and murdered for it - of course he is pissed off in the afterlife!! Looking at it through the lens of a 2019 audience, I see a “boogieman” who is black, dressed 100% like a pimp, and hunting a white woman.
Candyman, like all undead stalkers, is a spirit of vengeance and quite honestly, I don’t blame him.
We rate Candyman 13 Snickers bars out of 17.