You know the drill here. You say his name five times and Bloody Mary-like he appears and bloody stump-hooks you into gory oblivion. And also he is Tony Todd, which actually makes me want to hang out with him.
Candyman is a classic, largely by virtue of its weirdness. It’s a story about a contemporary legend that is both real–i.e., the events related in the Candyman story within the film are true (within the film)–and also depends upon belief for its continued existence. It’s meta-folk-horror, which is an awesome combination of things to be.
I’ve seen this a few times over the years, and while I admit that I was distracted during this latest viewing, I still like this film. I don’t love it–it’s not that effective as horror–but it’s fun, especially for a folklorist. The main character, Helen, is a graduate student writing a “thesis” (along with her friend Bernadette, apparently, which is weird) about urban legends. It’s never explicitly labeled “folklore”–popular culture often seems to imagine some distinction between “folklore,” “legends,” “myths” and other genre terms, even though we consider them all as falling under the rubric of folklore–but it’s clear that this is what she’s doing. So that’s a plus.
Helen’s thesis is about Candyman, a black man living in Chicago in the years after the Civil War. The story goes that the poor guy hooked up with a white lady, and because even back then ‘Murica was ‘Murica, they went ahead and lynched him. Specifically they cut off his hand and replaced it with a hook (I still don’t understand why they gave him a hook–almost like they wanted his inevitable angry ghost to have the perfect awful murder weapon). Then they covered him in honey and let a bunch of bees sting him to death. Now, for some reason, if you look in a mirror and say his name five times he appears and, you know. Sings you a soothing lullaby. Probably.
Never mind that there’s no clear thematic link between his death and the way he’s summoned, or that his appearances in the modern world as a murderous ghost are pretty random and arbitrary and not really dependent on having people say his name: the point is that there’s a contemporary legend which turns out to be true, and a bunch of folklorists studying it, and ultimately most of the folklorists get murdered as a result. Movies like this remind me why I chose this career path.
Helen, of course, is a skeptic. She doesn’t believe in this stuff. It’s just a story. And this is Hollywood, so of course she’s wrong. It is a story, but it’s also truth. So predictably, people start dying, and Helen is ultimately offered a chance to become a part of the story herself, promised immortality in both a literal and a figurative sense.
There’s a ton of interesting folkloric stuff going on here. Folklorist Mikel Koven wrote an insightful piece on Candyman  that does a better job exploring these issues than I could hope to do here, so rather than write my own Candyman thesis, I’ll direct you to his work. I’ll just add that the film itself is aware of the importance of folklore to its own narrative: in his first appearance, Candyman tells Helen, “You were not content with the stories, so I was obliged to come.” He makes it clear that he needs belief to exist–that the folklore that tells his story actually prolongs his existence.
I do have some nerdy questions that are less criticisms than they are snarky observations that only someone in the field being represented would even catch. Snark. For one thing, why was Helen mad about the “urban legend lecture” her husband gave? There’s no way that doing a lecture could negatively affect her fieldwork. Makes no sense. Likewise, the scene where Helen and Bernadette are sitting in a restaurant with Helen’s husband and a fat long-haired British folklorist in a tweed jacket (Michael Culkin) is just hilarious. Helen gets all defensive about her work, because Tweedy apparently already wrote a paper on Candyman years previously and, I dunno, he’s smarmy and British, and she tells him that her current work will “bury” him. Hah. Nobody takes folklore study this seriously. Not even folklorists.
Candyman isn’t really frightening, but it’s an interesting movie. At times it feels contrived, over-acted and wooden, but it’s also refreshingly self-aware–at least when it comes to folklore and belief. Plus, Tony Todd.
 Koven, Mikel J. Film, Folklore, and Urban Legends. Lanham, MD; Toronto; Plymouth, UK: Scarecrow Press, 2008. For Koven’s discussion of Candyman, see ch. 9, Film and Ostension: The Case of Candyman, p.137-152.
19 thoughts on “Retro review: Candyman (1992)”
I was always under the impression that the addition of the hook was for the lynchers to one-up their sadism. If you’re covered in bees, it seems to me that your natural instinct would be to swat. If you have a newly acquired hook in place of your swatting hand, then you’re going to maim yourself at your own lynching.
Hmm, that’s a good point.
Also, can we all agree that Nicholas Cage getting covered in bees in Wicker Man and swatting himself in the face with a hook-stump pretty much would be the best film ever made? Because Nick Cage and bees and physical comedy.
“A comedy about traditions, love… and bees.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_mW8mBzmHo
Love that Wicker Man comedy video. Oh my god, too perfect.
For once, we agree on a movie, although I figured the whole folklore aspect would have ridden this higher for you.
That is my favorite part of it, yeah. That and Tony Todd. But it’s also not great. There are a lot of weird directorial decisions, like Virginia Madsen made up like a 1940s starlet, and the soft-focus closeups on her face with the little bar of light across her eyes.
Love this flick! Glad you at least find it decent. From what I remember, the original short story takes place in England, not Chicago, and Candyman’s not even black. There are few similarities.
My interpretation has always been that Candyman came to be when the folktales came to be, not the other way around. Like you said, he feeds off his own word of mouth, needs belief to exist. Is there a term for that? Like, something coming to exist cos people believe it exists. My brain is sore for the moment.
If you haven’t seen it, the first sequel is just as good. The second sequel, yeah, not so much. Tony Todd for the win.
Yeah, I definitely like this one. Not love, but definitely like. Like plus, even.
With the belief thing, you’ve actually put your finger on a major issue in belief studies right now, particularly with the recent Slender Man stuff. In the Slender Man community there’s a lot of talk about the “tulpa effect,” which is an idea from Tibetan Buddhism about how an idea, given enough thought, can become real. I don’t know much about it, but it was half-jokingly discussed by people all the way back in the original Slender Man forum posts. Something similar is going on with Candyman.
I actually haven’t seen Candyman 2, but now I definitely want to. For some reason I did see the third one–that’s the one in Louisiana, right?–and remember not liking it really at all. Except that it had that lady from Baywatch, which I guess I appreciated at the time.
Ah, yes. The Tulpa Effect. I vaguely remember reading about that on some forum or Wiki dealy now that you mention it. Imagine the ramifications. People creating Gods and such.
Actually, 2 is the one you’re thinking of. It’s set in Louisiana during Mardi Gras. Pretty slick, entertaining sequel if you ask me, but to each his own. At least Tweedy ponytail douche gets what’s coming. 3 takes place in LA during Day of the Dead, but ain’t so great.
Hmm… well, it’s easily been fifteen years or more since I saw the sequel, then, so maybe I’m remembering it wrong. I have a brain thing. I.e., I have holes in my brain. Through which memories escape. Sands of time, or something.
And I just tweeted out “I hear you’re lookin’ for Candyman, bitch?” the other day! Tony Todd is my favorite horror actor. I have a pic somewhere of us doing some back to back “cops with guns” pose at a horror con.
Oh man, so damned jealous. Tony Todd’s awesome. Recently saw his guest episode on the X Files. Predictably wicked.
Was that the episode about all the war vets seeing weird apparitions?
Ah, I remember it fondly, lol. Candyman, the Night of the Living Dead remake, and the Hatchet series are probably my favorite Todd films.
I must see this. Tony Todd is the man, his voice is like a sexy back rub for your ears.
“Sleepless,” season 2, episode 4. Pretty good one, too–not just because of Tony Todd (though of course much better because of him).
Lots of amazing cameos in X Files, actually. Bruce Campbell, Billy Drago, Jack Black, Seth Green, Jodie Foster (voice only), Giovanni Ribisi… and like half the cast from Twin Peaks.
Ah, well I was actually referring to the buddy cop picture. I’ve seen that one, I picked the first three seasons up on DVD years back. I remember it being good, but one of the less interesting episodes. Two of my favorites from Season the Second are “The Host” with the parasite dude and “Humbug” with the Jim Rose Circus. Freaks and monsters are always entertaining to me.
Which episode was the master of the chin Bruce Campbell in?
I forget what season it was, but he was a demon who was trying to impregnate women, but they kept miscarrying because, you know–he was a demon.