While researching urban myths, grad student Helen Lyle learns about the Candyman, a hook-handed creature who's said to haunt a Chicago housing project.The Candyman is made flesh by other people's belief in him. Not surprisingly, Lyle manages to summon him and soon, the Candyman has committed a series of murders, and the cops are holding Lyle responsible.
The general theory is that Urban Legends are not real. Since she's working on her thesis, Helen begins to investigate the Candyman urban legend, to disprove it's validity. There's a wise old janitor who claims she knows about the Candyman, and puts Helen on the right path. Of course no one outside of the projects believes the myth, but as she investigates the latest victim told to her by the janitor, she begins to find truth to the story.
An Urban Legend about a Black guy who kills people?...N-Word, Please!
The story of candyman is revealed by a rival colleague. He was the son of a slave, well educated and a talented artist. After impregnating the daughter of a wealthy landowner, he was chased out of town. Eventually caught, his hand was cut off, his body was smeared with honey and he was stung to death by bees. They then burned his body and scattered his ashes over the future site of the projects where conveniently, the killings have mostly occurred. At the projects, some dude pretending to be Candyman shows up and gives her the business. Turns out he's a local drug lord and using the story to increase his rep. Also, apparently White women have super healing powers as she recovered from a nasty swollen eye in a day. She's leaving work and wearing dark sunglasses in a parking lot (Rule # 10.) When we finally get to meet Candyman for real.
Tony Todd is creepy as fuck. He was the perfect choice for this role.
Candyman apparently needs Helen to believe. Since Her investigations were threatening his myth, he appeared before her to force her to believe and Seriously, Candyman fucks her shit up. At least three times, He showed up and begged her to be a victim. She, of course, refuses and blacks out and when she comes to, she's covered in blood and holding a weapon and the cops are there. Guns drawn. Hilarious. After a while she ends up at at a mental institution for her troubles and eventually escapes, only to find her husband cavorting with a student. Kind of a scumbag move on his part, but hey, she was going away for life. With nothing left to lose, Helen goes to the Candyman's lair to try and kill him. She barely makes it out alive, but dies soon after and continues his work as a vengeful spirit.
His legend is what keeps him remembered, but when I sit back and think about it, Candyman has been haunting the same area since the slavery days. He's not a mindless killer just vain and aimless.
As the legend goes, If you look in the mirror and say his name 5x, he appears and guts you from groin to gullet. But why? For what purpose? Another question, How can he attack and kill the people who haven't summoned him?
Outside of all of that, Candyman was one of the more/most successful urban supernatural killer films. I didn't feel it was that coherent, but it's an older film so I can't judge it.
Violence? Yes
Explosions? No
Nudity? Helen got some big ass titties.