Directed by Bill Condon. Written by Rand Ravich and Mark Kruger. Starring Tony Todd, Kelly Rowan, Bill Nunn, Veronica Cartwright, William O’Leary and Timothy Carhart.
Plot: Candyman comes to New Orleans to bother Annie Tarrant and her family.
After a professor is killed in New Orleans when he calls the Candyman (Todd) in a mirror, an innocent man, Ethan Tarrant (O’Leary) is accused of the crime. His mother, Octavia (Cartwright) and his sister, Annie (Rowan), come to his defense. But Annie doesn’t believe in the Candyman, so she says his name, too, and then Candyman kills her husband and begins stalking her. Believing now, she finds out that the Candyman may only be destroyed if the original mirror his soul escaped to is destroyed. She also discovers that the original mirror is in her house and that she’s a descendent of Candyman. If this all seems a bit muddled, that’s because it is. And it stirs up more questions than answers.
Like, why can Candyman kill people who haven’t even called his name? Why is there a radio announcer talking through the whole film, but not about anything really related to Candyman? Why do they keep mentioning the cradle to the grave? What cradle? Who’s cradle? And why in the hell were so many people having sex outside, but yet we saw no boobs?
We did enjoy the cast and the acting, but not all of the characters. I did like the little boy, Matthew, but DJ didn’t. DJ found everyone to be at least a little bit annoying. He also didn’t like that Candyman’s hook sliced through people’s flesh so easily. There was no Freddy Claws and no good motive. DJ says he never wants to watch this again. I believe it could have been an amazing story, but it just failed to live up to his potential.
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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