Not the 2021 Jordan Peele re-imagining, yet; popping up on Netflix UK as a primer, this is the 1993 Bernard Rose version of the horror property that spawned several sequels. Peele is a hot property post his Oscar-winning Get Out, but the reaction to his Twilight Zone revamp suggested that there were limits to his mercurial rise. But Candyman is a good choice for an upgrade; set in black projects of Chicago, it’s the creation of two white creatives, Rose and original author Clive Barker, and was based on a short story called The Forbidden, originally set in Liverpool.
Instead, we’re relocated to the Cabrini Green housing projects in Chicago, where a spirit haunts the unfortunates who live in the dingy high-rises. Candyman has a hook for a hand and trails a path of bees; why he’s not called bee-man or hook-man isn’t clear, although there’s a brief scene in which children’s sweets are shown with razor-blades embedded inside that isn’t fully explained; is this a trap for children or Candyman? Helen Lyle (Virginia Madsen) is an academic with an interest in urban legends, and sets out to find out, only to incur the ire of the titular monster.
Is Candyman such a monster? We’re told, in a breathless origins story that’s not shown at all, he was an innocent black man who was tortured and killed by a white man for getting his daughter pregnant. But Rose’s film firmly confirms Candyman (Tony Todd) as a baddie; all you have to do is stand in front of a mirror and say his name five times to summon his vengeful spirit. But at least he’s an original baddie; part of the allure of Rose’s vision is that most of his film takes place in daylight and in modern settings. The ghetto graffiti gives Rose’s film an unusual pop-art feel, and the choral Phillip Glass soundtrack is choice.
Helen Lyle’s discovery that her own gentrified condo was once part of the Cabrini Green ghetto is a resonant variation on the Indian burial ground cliche, and one presumes that urban betrayal is where Peele will take this material. Barker’s interest in infidelity is well explored via late plot twists, and Rose brings his usual sense of visual flair to a simple, effective chiller. But actually, it’s the underused Madsen who really excels here; she hits the right notes for a woman on the brink of insanity, and helps make Candyman one of the smarter, more cerebral horror films on the block.
Great movie, great write-up. This one is one of the few that can blend the tangible with the mystical, and both end up horrifying. The projects, graffiti, and overcast weather gave me more the creeps than the bees, but this succeeds in mood and atmosphere over exposition, I think. I will probably see the remake, but it will leave the same mark as this one. Miss you and blogging. School and being a new dad have just wiped away the freer time. It takes careful planning, but how do you make God laugh?
Just checked in on you earlier this week, life has a way of getting in the way of blogging! I’m writing this in a torrential Scottish rainstorm! Looking forward to the new Candyman, but the old one made the urban legend thing look easy!
Keep dry! We’ve hit an average of 95 degrees per day in Denver. A dark, air conditioned room with a screen couldn’t be anymore enticing. Good to hear from you!
I remember watching this at the cinema… Didn’t have the guts to say the name 5 times into a mirror afterwards and didn’t sleep well for 2 nights. Be nice to see how it’s held up over time.
Yup, I’m in the same boat, no point in tempting fate. On Netflix UK right now if you fancy another look.
How very silly. Nope.
Oddly, it seems less silly on the screen, but I’ll give you a pass anyway…
I find it odd and silly, that if someone tells you ‘if you call the candyman 5 times in the mirror he’ll come and murder you’ you then go and stand in front of the mirror and call the candyman 5 times. I mean, duh! 🙄
In the film she is it in an asylum, and accused of murder, so summoning the Candyman is her only hope. Obviously it’s not something you should be trying at home without supervision.
I think a Private Detective might have been a better choice, still I’m not bonkers in a nuthouse so probably not the right person to ask.
Well I’d have thought a private detective would have been a better option. Still, I’m not bonkers in a nuthouse so probably not the right person to ask.
I’ve got a few names if that is the kind of person you seek…
sorry about double comment- ipad kept telling me it hadn’t gone through.
What a way to celebrate your new avatar!
Well not really. It’s temporary. Jessie is on holiday.
Do ghost bees sting people to death? I might try to watch a horror film if that happens.
I’m not sure it’s an exact science…
Well, those ghost hunter people on tv seem to be falling down on the job then.
I’d sue them but they look poor enough that I wouldn’t want to steal the ramen out of their mouths. Probably all they can afford.
I’m sure they can afford mouths. Not many people can’t put enough dimes together to pay for a mouth. I have several, two I own outright.
Ahhh, one of the mythical Big Mouths eh? I’ve heard about such people…..
More mouths than you can imagine…
And each one has something to say….
A story to tell from every mouth…
Well, except about ghost bees. You’ve been very reticent about them I noticed. Trying to change the subject. Guilty conscience?
We have two hives. The bees are mortal, not ghostly.
See, changing the subject again. You definitely are hiding something…
I thought you wanted to talk about ghost bees. There are none.
Now you are lying to my internet face. I’ve so ashamed of you right now.
I think I’m going to have to disown you and write you out of my will.
Goodbye internet son, it was nice knowing you…
You’d have to own me before you can disown me.
Don’t you remember, I adopted you last year.
Wow, good thing I’m unadopting you now. Save me a passle of problems with the ghost agency.
You’re not my real parent or guardian!
Not for long anyway!
But until then, you’ll speak to me with the respect due your internet daddy. Or else there will be no more movies for you! You’ll only be allowed to watch advertisements….
I can’t tell the difference anymore.
Oh man, isn’t that the truth? I was watching an amazon original, Hanna I think? and they promoted the ever living daylights out of snickers. It as beyond shameless….
We used to call them Marathon bars. Fact!
Really? What was the thinking behind that?
I hoped you’d tell me.
Not until you’ve paid me….
I’ll have some change left from your envelope of money. So you’re really just sabotaging your own future wealth. This will mean money for you!
Phhhtt, money means nothing to me. Only the plebes worry about money….
Great, I’ll arrange things so nothing is what you’ll have.
Perfect. I knew I could count on you, disowned internet son…..
I own this disown.