CANDYMAN – Review by Leslie Combemale

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As a critic who seeks to amplify female filmmakers, especially intersectional ones when they get a chance in the too often pale and male world of Hollywood, I was excited to see director and co-writer Nia DaCosta’s fresh take on a beloved classic. It is only DaCosta’s second outing as feature director. Candyman, a film whose release date was repeatedly postponed due to COVID, is finally coming to theaters, but now stands against the looming presence of the Delta variant. Producer and co-writer Jordan Peele and DaCosta brought together a strong cast and a gender-balanced crew in which the film editor (Catrin Hedström), production designer (Cara Brewer) and costume designer (Lizzie Cook) are women. I am both appreciative and disappointed in the results.

Before I delve into my own opinions about Candyman, let me remind readers that it is absolutely essential to read a wide variety of reviews by Black film critics, and that their perspectives, by the nature of this film, should be given priority over mine. They can be found on Rotten Tomatoes, so seek them out. They are neither uniformly positive or negative, but run the gamut from deep hate to enduring love. This is a film by Black artists about Black artists. That being said, I’ve owned an art gallery for almost 30 years, have loved horror films since I was 7, and my focus as a film journalist is on female filmmakers, so bear that in mind as you read on.

In Candyman, emerging artist Anthony McCoy seeks out new inspiration while in the midst of painter’s block. He finds it in the urban myth of Candyman, as told by the brother of his girlfriend Brianna Cartwright (Teyonah Parris). Brother Troy (Nathan Stewart-Jarrett) tells the tale while they’re all ensconced in Brianna’s beautiful new apartment, built on the grounds of Cabrini-Green, the infamous Chicago projects torn down in the process of gentrification. McCoy starts creating paintings and three dimensional pieces of various versions of Candyman, with themes of devolution, focusing on mirrored reflection and bloody portraits of both Candyman himself and his victims. McCoy’s obsession leads him on an increasingly dangerous and self-destructive path, while Brianna tries in vain to pull him back to relative safety. A lot of bees and bloody deaths via an invisible supernatural murderer ensue.

I would have preferred to have a film in which the messages are either all delivered through subtext or are all laid out, raw and exposed, for the viewer to see. This mix of both feels like it wants to be squarely centered on Blackness and speaking to and for Black viewers, while also willingly pandering to white viewers by being literal, or speaking instead of showing. Candyman works most when the messages are in the action, in the gore, and shown in the subtleties of actors’ Parris and Abdul-Mateen’s motivations. The scene in which Parris’s Brianna discovers bloodied bodies in the gallery, or moments when Abdul-Mateen’s McCoy recognizes the extent of his own ongoing transformation speak for themselves as they relate to a professional Black woman’s struggle to exist and rise in a white world, and a Black man navigating his own experience of mental illness amidst a complicated worldview around race, disability, and Black madness. Candyman, at its best, leverages visual art and the film’s stars to consider the history of racial subjugation, the ongoing trauma of police violence and discrimination, and the way white supremacy continues to be leveraged to benefit white America. It’s when it rises above subtext and action and is telegraphed through conversation that it loses its audience.

There’s much about the movie that speaks to Blackness and mental illness, and how trauma, racism, and discrimination effect mental health. The real Cabrini-Green was known for its violence, and according to the director of the 1992 original, Englishman Bernard Rose, it “was an incredible arena for a horror movie because it was a place of such palpable fear.” There’s also a story about Black Chicagoan Ruthie Mae McCoy, who lived in a neighboring housing project, making a terrified 911 call about a man coming through her bathroom wall. The call was labeled as an argument between neighbors instead of a break-in. She was found days later, dead from four gunshot wounds. It can’t be a coincidence that the star of 2021’s Candyman shares her last name.

The art used in the film is all created by Chicago-based Black artists, which span the spectrum from emerging to internationally renowned. They include Arnold Kemp, Cameron Spratley, Julian E. Williams, Sherwin Ovid, Theaster Gates, and lone female representative Torkwase Dyson. Ovid’s work specific to the film definitely recalls some of original Candyman creator Clive Barker’s art. The pieces, both those meant to be McCoy’s art, and those shown during gallery exhibits, add significant visual weight to the film. You can read about them, as well as watch a great roundtable on the impact of Black horror, mental health in the Black community, and ‘how Candyman goes beyond trauma to celebrate the resiliency and creativity of Black culture’ on the Candyman website. (https://www.candymanmovie.com/impact/)

The film’s tagline “Say My Name”, which was the original title for the film, is a take on the cry for justice for the murder of Breonna Taylor. It considers how revenge for the disregard of Black bodies might take shape. It is the entitlement and hubris of white folks that lead them to their death. When they repeat his name five times in a mirror, they believe the mythical murderer won’t come for them. I can’t be the only one who, if I’m being honest, would welcome some kind of supernatural superhero vigilante of Black justice. Only people stupid enough to believe themselves immune to the violence Black people have lived with every day for hundreds of years would be at risk. Unfortunately, we live in the real world, where white people rarely experience the repercussions of their entitlement and blithe ignorance of the Black struggle. For now, Candyman the film will have to do.

3 out of 5 stars

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Leslie Combemale

Leslie Combemale writes as Cinema Siren for websites including LikeABossGirls.com, where she promotes women in film with her own column. She is in her third year as producer and moderator of the "Women Rocking Hollywood" panel at San Diego Comic-Con. Find all her interviews and reviews at cinemasiren.com.